Marrying the Male Lead’s Disabled Uncle – Chapter 02

Pei Lang didn’t know much about Yan Han, only that he was even more powerful than Yan Xiuyuan.

Thinking about how Yan Han had ended up in a wheelchair because of Bai Yueguang, Pei Lang sighed internally.

The Yan family was full of devoted romantics.

Now, even marrying someone had become a cure for illness—who even needed doctors anymore?

Then again, considering he had just transmigrated into a book, what wasn’t possible at this point?

It took about half an hour to reach the villa. Pei Lang smelled terrible—so bad that he felt guilty for making the driver endure the stench for the entire ride. When paying the fare, he added a few hundred extra and told the driver to use it for a car wash.

Yan Han was a man of considerable wealth, and the entire area surrounding the villa was part of his private entertainment space. As a result, the villa was easy to locate.

Pei Lang walked in naturally.

The moment the servants saw him, they frowned in disapproval, their expressions filled with disdain. They treated him like a walking plague, stepping aside as if avoiding contamination.

Pei Lang didn’t care.

He simply asked for the location of his room.

The servants exchanged looks, their gazes both strange and contemptuous. One of them reluctantly pointed in the right direction.

Since the marriage was purely transactional, with neither party interfering in the other’s life, Yan Han had given him keys to several doors, allowing him to come and go freely.

But at the end of the day, Pei Lang was nothing more than an unwelcome tenant in this house.

As soon as he stepped into his room, Pei Lang was hit with an overwhelming wave of pink and purple.

The color scheme was so garish that his eyes hurt.

What kind of aesthetic did the original owner even have?

His personality was already bad enough—his taste in décor was just as terrible.

After half a month in detention, no one had paid him any attention. He hadn’t even received a change of clothes. Now, all he wanted was a long, thorough shower and some clean clothes.

Pei Lang had a slight germophobia and couldn’t stand the sour smell clinging to him.

Adjusting the water to the right temperature, he stripped off his filthy clothes, sealed them in a plastic bag to contain the stench, and then sank into the bathtub.

For the first time in a long while, he could finally relax.

It was the longest shower he had ever taken. He scrubbed himself thoroughly, rinsing away all the accumulated grime. After blow-drying his hair in the bathroom, he finally stepped out to get dressed.

The residual heat fogged up the mirror, obscuring his reflection.

It wasn’t until he glanced at the dressing mirror outside that he finally saw his true face.

Peach blossom eyes. A straight, well-defined nose. A perfectly sculpted jawline.

And at the corner of his eye—a striking blood-red teardrop mole.

The face was exactly the same as his past self.

The only difference was that the original owner of this body had meticulously maintained his skin, focusing on sun protection and whitening treatments. After showering and removing his makeup, his complexion was as fair and flawless as ice and jade.

His features carried a cold, unapproachable beauty—making him look even more like a gigolo than before.

Pei Lang ran a hand through his slightly long wolf-tail hairstyle, feeling somewhat repulsed.

He had always had a good physique—slim waist, long legs, and a strikingly handsome face. This hairstyle made him look effortlessly lazy and refined, enhancing his natural charisma.

But he wasn’t used to it.

Unlike the long hair he had worn for historical drama roles, this mid-length cut was just awkward. It easily covered his eyes, obstructing his vision.

Opening the closet, Pei Lang was completely dumbfounded.

It was enormous, filled with clothes—each piece more flamboyant than the last.

Bright colors. Deep V-necks. Even the underwear came in sexy gay purple.

Pei Lang’s mouth twitched.

After sifting through the excessive options, he finally settled on a light peach-pink V-neck T-shirt and a pair of loose, water-blue shorts. Digging through the deepest section of the shoe cabinet, he managed to find a pair of simple white sneakers that hadn’t been worn in ages.

This barely salvaged the bizarre outfit.

The entire room was a chaotic mess of vibrant colors. The dressing table was cluttered with various skincare products and makeup.

Pei Lang recalled that the original novel described the former Pei Lang as someone who adored heavy makeup and kept long hair—traits that had led to him being labeled as effeminate.

Yet, his figure was neither petite nor delicate, nor was he particularly tall and muscular like some men.

He had a lean, slender build, which made the androgynous style he favored look jarringly out of place.

His appearance had always been a point of controversy.

And this ridiculous wardrobe only confirmed that fact.

Since he was here now, Pei Lang figured he might as well live life on his own terms.

As for the male lead and his beloved younger brother? They could do whatever they wanted—fall in love, seduce men—it was all meaningless to him. Acting, stepping into different roles, and taking on new challenges were far more interesting.

But before anything else, he needed to purge this room of all its unnecessary junk.

He wasn’t worried about anyone noticing the change in his personality. He was Pei Lang now, and Pei Lang was him. No matter how different he acted from before, without concrete evidence, who could possibly guess that his soul had been replaced?

Checking his phone, he found that he still had tens of thousands of yuan available, all payable via fingerprint.

That was enough to buy new clothes.

The villa was massive, and his room was on the second floor. As he descended the grand spiral staircase, he caught sight of a man entering the house.

Dressed in a sleek black suit, the man was impeccably groomed. His thick black hair framed sharp eyebrows, and his well-defined facial features gave him an intense, commanding presence. He looked like a masterpiece meticulously sculpted by an artist—impossible to ignore.

Pei Lang had seen his fair share of good-looking men in the entertainment industry, but this man was on another level.

His face was expressionless, his chiseled features exuding power and authority. Yet, his deep, captivating eyes held a quiet depth—there was a story hidden in them, though it was impossible to tell what kind.

Realizing that his gaze had lingered too long, Pei Lang quickly snapped out of it.

The man raised his eyes slightly, meeting Pei Lang’s stare with indifference. The sheer presence of a mature, dominant man was overwhelming.

Even though he was seated in a wheelchair, his aura was enough to send chills down Pei Lang’s spine.

So… this is my contract husband?

Just then, a voice broke the silence.

“Hey~ Long time no see. Where did you run off to this time?”

Pei Lang turned to see an assistant standing beside Yan Han.

Like everyone else in this household, the assistant clearly looked down on the original Pei Lang, and his attitude was no different now.

Pei Lang smiled slightly, his amber eyes glinting with amusement. His tone remained calm and unbothered.

“I’m so famous, and you still don’t know? Why even ask when you already know the answer?”

The V-neck T-shirt he wore had a wide collar, subtly exposing his collarbones and fair skin. His loose shorts revealed straight, slender legs, and the white sneakers on his feet gave him a youthful, casual air.

With no heavy foundation on his face, the bold colors of his outfit somehow felt balanced. His striking appearance momentarily distracted those around him, making them forget about his infamous reputation—if only for a second.

The assistant, still scrutinizing Pei Lang’s changes, was momentarily stunned and slow to react.

“You’re going out? What, off to seduce another man?”

Yan Han’s assistants weren’t ordinary people—normally, they wouldn’t bother engaging in such trivial exchanges. But the original Pei Lang had been so outrageous that even the staff found it impossible to hold back their disdain.

When the assistant realized he had just been admiring Pei Lang’s looks a moment ago, he felt the urge to slap himself.

While the assistant fumed, Pei Lang was already making his way downstairs, heading toward the door.

Being insulted didn’t anger him in the slightest.

As he walked, a few strands of his long bangs slipped down again, blocking his vision. He casually brushed them back.

“The contract doesn’t require me to report my schedule to you, does it? Or are you just that curious about me?” Pei Lang’s gaze flicked over the assistant, assessing him from head to toe before concluding with a smirk, “What a shame—you’re not even worthy of my seduction.”

“You—!”

The assistant’s face twitched in rage. He looked ready to strangle Pei Lang on the spot, but with Yan Han still present, he had to hold himself back.

“Hmph!”

Just then, Yan Han, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke.

“Let’s go.”

His wheelchair was advanced, allowing him to move freely on his own. The villa even had an elevator installed for his convenience.

As Yan Han maneuvered past Pei Lang, something unexpected happened.

A sudden wave of dizziness struck Pei Lang.

He staggered, completely off balance, and fell forward—straight into Yan Han’s arms.

His hand accidentally brushed against the back of Yan Han’s hand.

Then, a mechanical voice rang out in his head.

“Ding—Binding successful.”

…What binding? What success? What the hell does that mean?

The dizziness gradually faded, and as Pei Lang looked up in confusion, he was met with Yan Han’s dark, turbulent gaze.

But before he could process anything else, he noticed something appearing on Yan Han’s shoulder.

His body stiffened in shock.

The assistant quickly rushed over and yanked Pei Lang away, his expression practically screaming, How dare someone like you try to seduce our boss!?

Pei Lang landed on the floor with a painful thud.

Ignoring his aching backside, he stared at the strange sight on Yan Han’s left shoulder.

Internally, he cursed the damn 007 system.

A transparent, elastic bubble had appeared, floating just above Yan Han’s shoulder.

Inside the bubble was a two-dimensional chibi version of Yan Han himself.

Despite its cartoonish proportions, the resemblance was unmistakable.

The tiny Yan Han wore a sharp suit and was furiously punching a floating sandbag. Every so often, he would glare at Pei Lang and throw a fist in his direction, as if silently expressing his displeasure.

Meanwhile, the real Yan Han remained expressionless—his lips pressed into a tight line, his cold gaze unreadable.

This is absurd.

Completely ridiculous.

So this is the so-called golden finger the system gave me? What the hell am I supposed to do with this!?

Pei Lang slowly got up from the ground and muttered, “Sorry. Low blood sugar.”

His body had been poorly nourished in detention, and now, close to noon, he was starving. He hadn’t realized how weak he was until his body literally collapsed on him.

The assistant sneered. “Your seduction tactics are even clumsier and more disgusting than before. I suggest you stop trying.”

He positioned himself protectively beside Yan Han, as if Pei Lang were some sort of predator eyeing his boss.

As an assistant, he had a duty to ensure both his employer’s chastity and safety.

Pei Lang understood their thoughts perfectly.

He had better things to do, and no matter how much he explained, they wouldn’t believe him. So, he didn’t bother.

Instead, he simply gave the assistant a look—as if he were staring at an idiot—before turning around and walking out the door.

“Go upstairs, take a shower, and change your clothes.”

Yan Han, who always maintained a cold and composed demeanor, spoke in his usual calm voice. But this time, there was a trace of impatience in his tone. He immediately started his wheelchair, as if he couldn’t wait to cleanse the areas Pei Lang had touched.

The villa did have a room for Pei Lang, but the original owner rarely came home during the day and almost always spent his nights elsewhere. Even when he did return, it was always in the middle of the night, ensuring that their encounters were minimal.

No one had expected to run into him today.

What terrible luck.

Pei Lang left the villa and took a taxi to the mall.

Feeling bored on the way, he opened his phone and instantly saw multiple trending topics.

• Pei Lang released from detention today
• Pei Lang spotted fleeing
• #PeiCrazy, come out and apologize
• #Debating when to ban toxic celebrities
• The bar for actors keeps getting lower

Although Pei Lang had endured countless storms in the entertainment industry, reading the vicious comments and seeing the hateful images still stung.

It was summer, and the heat was sweltering, yet those malicious words sent a chill straight to his heart.

But that feeling only lasted a moment.

Clicking on one of the trending entries, he found a video shot by the paparazzi—and immediately burst out laughing.

In the footage, he could see himself rushing out of the detention center, panicking as he scrambled into a car to escape the reporters.

It looked ridiculous.

Even more absurd was the way the journalists had been running after him while filming in a frenzy. The shaky footage made the whole thing even more comical, as if it were a slapstick skit rather than real life.

The comments section, however, was filled with endless ridicule and slander.

After scrolling for a while, Pei Lang started to feel irritated and simply shut off his phone.

After showering and changing, Yan Han went to his study, where his assistant had been waiting.

The assistant immediately began reporting on the day’s work and schedule.

Yan Han had always avoided the public eye due to his condition. Despite being the head of Lanjin Entertainment, the largest film and television company in China, he rarely made public appearances. Most of the time, he either worked remotely or only visited the office occasionally.

Sixty percent of the country’s top stars and elite artists were signed under Lanjin Entertainment.

A newly released TV drama from the company had become a massive hit, and the entire industry was buzzing. It was the busiest time for all departments, which meant even Yan Han, the normally hands-off boss, had to get more involved.

That afternoon, after working from home for hours, Yan Han started feeling hungry.

As soon as the kitchen signaled that lunch was ready, he decided to head downstairs for a meal.

Just as he arrived, he spotted Pei Lang entering the villa—bringing people with him.

“Please move everything in. The room is on the second floor. Sorry for the trouble.”

Pei Lang was directing a group of workers, arranging for them to carry things upstairs.

Noticing Yan Han and his assistant, he greeted them with a calm smile.

“Sorry, I just wanted to renovate my room. Don’t mind me, you guys go ahead and eat.”

Yan Han lifted his gaze.

For a brief moment, an expression of surprise flickered in his eyes.

But it was gone in an instant—replaced by his usual indifference