Marrying the Male Lead’s Disabled Uncle – Chapter 13

Chapter 13: Princess Hug from Da Mengyi

After finishing his workout, Pei Lang took a shower, changed into clean clothes, and went downstairs to chat with Aunt Lin.
Pei Lang had a naturally high emotional intelligence. After a few minutes of conversation, Aunt Lin was completely won over by his charm, her face practically glowing with smiles.
Later, Su Jia called again to inform them that Yan Han wouldn’t be coming back for dinner. Aunt Lin prepared Pei Lang’s meal, cleaned up afterward, and then left for the night.
Yan Han had helped him so much today—Pei Lang felt that he should thank him in person.
So after dinner, he sat in the living room and waited.
By the time Su Jia finally pushed Yan Han through the front door, it was almost dawn.
This was the first time Pei Lang had ever seen someone else pushing Yan Han’s wheelchair.
Yan Han was sitting upright as usual, but his eyes were closed, and the small man-shaped charm hanging from his shoulder remained still, gently swaying in the rocking chair.
“Asleep?” Pei Lang stood up and walked over.
Su Jia gestured for him to keep quiet and spoke in a hushed tone.
“The boss went back to the old house today and told me not to follow him. I don’t know when he left, but he called me past eleven and asked me to pick him up from a bar. He was drunk.”
Su Jia’s voice was soft, but his expression was both serious and full of concern.
“The boss rarely drinks, especially not since… well, you know. And given his condition, getting drunk is dangerous. I have no idea what happened tonight.”
Pei Lang’s gaze flickered. “The old house—you mean his father’s place?”
He stepped aside to make room for Su Jia as the two of them, for the first time without bickering, worked together to push Yan Han into the elevator.
“Yeah.” Su Jia sighed. “The boss is a germaphobe and extremely particular. He’s proud, stubborn, and refuses to accept help. Even with his legs like this, he insists on handling everything himself. Usually, no one is allowed into his room except for the cleaning staff.
“But tonight, he’s drunk. I have no idea what to do.”
Su Jia frowned, looking genuinely troubled.
Yan Han never let anyone enter his private space. He refused assistance, didn’t allow anyone to change his clothes, and absolutely wouldn’t tolerate being helped into bed.
His disability had already dealt a heavy blow to his self-esteem. If he had to rely on others for something as basic as sleeping or bathing, it would only reinforce the idea that he was weak, something he couldn’t accept.
But now, he was drunk—and Su Jia was at a complete loss.
He couldn’t just leave the boss in the living room—Yan Han was particular about where he slept. If he was dumped anywhere random, there would definitely be consequences in the morning.
But taking him inside was also risky.
Not only did Yan Han never allow people in his bedroom, but who was going to change his clothes? Who would help him wash up?
If Su Jia crossed that boundary, he could probably kiss his salary goodbye.
The elevator arrived at the designated floor, and the three of them stepped out.
Just then, Pei Lang suddenly spoke.
“Do you know what our relationship is?”
His abrupt question caught Su Jia off guard. Startled, he turned to look at Pei Lang, eyes filled with disdain, scanning him up and down before making a cold assessment.
“It’s obviously a Y relationship.”
Although Su Jia had no idea why the boss kept Pei Lang around, or why he tolerated his presence despite clearly disliking him, this was the only possible explanation.
Pei Lang, however, smiled mysteriously.
“Of course not.
“He’s my big brother!”
Su Jia was visibly shocked.
“Big brother? The boss is your brother?”
“Well, I unilaterally recognize him as my elder brother,” Pei Lang clarified. “And since you’ve worked so hard for me today, why don’t you leave my big brother in my care? Consider it my way of repaying you—a small thank-you gift.”
Su Jia: “…”
He understood.
He understood too well.
And his disgust only deepened.
They both pushed Yan Han’s wheelchair to the bedroom door, but neither took the next step.
“Cut the nonsense. You just want an excuse to seduce the boss,” Su Jia sneered. “You saw that he was drunk and decided to make a move.
“Let me tell you something, Pei Lang—our boss will never be interested in you.
“If he ever does… I’ll do a livestream at the company and eat shit!”
“Oh~” Pei Lang’s reaction was neither angry nor defensive. Instead, he let out a soft chuckle, looking completely at ease.
“Think about it—I’m going to take care of Mr. Yan.
“Even if he gets mad at me, I have nothing to lose.
“But you? That’s a different story. If things go south, you might lose half a year’s salary. Worst case? You could lose your job altogether.
“Tsk tsk tsk~~ What a pity. Mr. Yan has no problem cutting your salary when he’s in a bad mood.
“And let’s be honest—this is a high-paying, high-status job that many people would kill for. Losing it over something like this? That’d be a shame. I feel bad for you already.”
Su Jia: “…”
…He had a point.
Su Jia was still hesitating.
Sensing this, Pei Lang pressed further.
“Unless… you can find someone better suited than me?”
Su Jia racked his brain.
He couldn’t.
After weighing his options one last time, he gritted his teeth, stomped his foot, and relented.
“Fine! But if the boss asks me about this tomorrow, I’m telling him you forced me to agree. Got it?”
“Of course, no problem.” Pei Lang smiled, then motioned toward the door.
“Now… open up.”
Truthfully, Pei Lang had no actual desire to take care of Yan Han.
He just found something amusing about how the usually composed and untouchable Yan Han looked so serious and cute even while drunk.
Besides, Yan Han had helped him out so much today—this was just a small way of repaying the favor.
As for whether Yan Han would be mad tomorrow?
They’d deal with that when the time came.
Su Jia opened Yan Han’s bedroom door. The room was pristine and meticulously arranged, making it feel almost intrusive to step inside.
Pushing the wheelchair in, Pei Lang spotted a large sofa in the room, likely used by Yan Han for work. Since Yan Han hadn’t showered yet, Pei Lang decided not to put him on the bed and instead carried him to the sofa.
Su Jia watched in shock as Pei Lang bent down and effortlessly lifted Yan Han from the wheelchair in a princess carry. Despite the difference in their builds, Pei Lang managed it with surprising ease.
Su Jia was deeply moved. So this was the power of fitness! The boss must be quite heavy, but Pei Lang made it look effortless. If Yan Han ever found out he had been carried like a princess, he would definitely kill Pei Lang. Su Jia could already picture Pei Lang’s tragic fate.
Still lost in thought, Su Jia barely reacted when Pei Lang turned to him. “Are you staying to supervise me while I take care of Mr. Yan?”
Su Jia snapped out of his thoughts and quickly waved his hands. “No, no, no! If you want to die, do it alone. Don’t drag me down with you!” He wanted no part in this disaster and left in a hurry, leaving Pei Lang behind.
With Su Jia gone, Pei Lang closed the door, grabbed a set of pajamas, and went to the bathroom to prepare a bath. Yan Han’s room was much more luxurious than his own, spacious and refined. He adjusted the water temperature, filled the bathtub, then carried Yan Han in once again.
Yan Han remained quiet the entire time, no drunken antics, no resistance. It made him unexpectedly easy to take care of.
After the bath, Pei Lang carefully dried him off, changed him into clean pajamas, and carried him to bed. Only after finishing all this did Pei Lang realize he wasn’t in a hurry to leave.
His gaze fell on Yan Han’s legs. They looked completely normal—no signs of muscle atrophy. That meant Yan Han must have been doing rehabilitation exercises in secret.
He still wanted to stand.
He must have tried countless methods, only to fail over and over again, which was probably why he eventually gave in to the idea of “marrying for good luck.” Though it was the old man’s idea, and Yan Han had been forced into it, if he had truly refused, no one could have made him comply.
Pei Lang looked at the tiny figure on Yan Han’s shoulder. That little man was always running and jumping around so energetically. Yan Han must really want to stand again.
Curious, Pei Lang reached out and poked the tiny figure. There was no reaction. The bubble surrounding it remained intact.
He murmured, “But it’s been months since we got married, and your legs still haven’t gotten better.” His tone was light, as if talking to himself. “Did your father ask about your progress when you went home today? Is that why you drank?”
Yan Han, completely unconscious, obviously wouldn’t answer. Even if he were awake, he probably wouldn’t bother responding.
Pei Lang sighed. “Forget it. Just rest well. Thanks for everything today.”
Just as he was about to leave, Yan Han stirred, mumbling something under his breath.
Pei Lang leaned closer. “What did you say?”
A faint voice answered, “…It hurts…”
“Where does it hurt?”
After a long pause, a single word escaped Yan Han’s lips.
“…Legs…”
Pei Lang lifted his pajama pants and touched his legs—they were burning hot. Yan Han’s legs weren’t completely numb; he just couldn’t control them properly and had reduced sensitivity. However, pain still existed, sharp and piercing, as if he had just survived the accident all over again.
The alcohol probably triggered it, or maybe it was something he ate. Whatever the reason, the pain was strong enough to push through his unconscious state.
Pei Lang hesitated. It was already past one in the morning. He didn’t have the family doctor’s contact information. Should he wake Su Jia? No, it wasn’t an emergency.
So he tried holding Yan Han’s calves in both hands, rubbing them gently. His palms were cold, and as they made contact with the overheated muscles, Yan Han’s body noticeably relaxed.
The pained murmurs stopped.
Pei Lang let out a breath of relief and started to pull away—only for Yan Han’s brows to furrow in discomfort.
“…Don’t go… Keep going…”
Even drunk, the man was still as domineering as ever.
Pei Lang sighed. “You’re still this demanding even when asking for help?”
But he continued.
Each time he tried to stop, Yan Han showed signs of discomfort. After a few failed attempts, Pei Lang gave up.
Fine. Consider this repayment for today.
Enduring the ache in his own hands, he continued massaging Yan Han’s legs.
It wasn’t until hours later, when Yan Han’s body had metabolized most of the alcohol and the pain had subsided, that Pei Lang could finally rest.
Too exhausted to move, he collapsed beside the bed and immediately fell asleep.
Before drifting off, a thought crossed his mind.
Why had Yan Han’s legs hurt so badly tonight?
It couldn’t have been just the alcohol. He had gotten injured a lot when practicing martial arts before, and his father always gave him medicinal wine. That shouldn’t have been the cause.
But before he could think further, sleep overtook him.
The next morning, golden sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating the bedroom floor in patches of warm light.
Lying in bed, Yan Han suddenly opened his eyes.
The first thing he saw was a person sleeping beside his bed.
His expression darkened instantly. His gaze turned sharp, filled with anger and a hint of murderous intent.
Pei Lang, still half-asleep, lazily raised his head. The sunlight hitting his face softened his features, making him look almost dreamlike. He blinked groggily, rubbed his eyes, and then yawned.
Without thinking, he casually greeted, “Morning~”
Then, as if nothing had happened, he plopped his head back down onto the blanket and went right back to sleep.
Yan Han: “…”
Who the hell let him into my room?!
When his gaze shifted to the time on the clock, his expression twisted.
He had overslept.
And missed his morning meeting.
In his entire career, he had never been late