Marrying the Male Lead’s Disabled Uncle – Chapter 11

Chapter 11: I Call You Wife?

That day, Pei Lang was at home composing a song using his equipment. Normally, he never forgot to eat, but today he was so focused that he actually missed mealtime. After working hard all morning, he finally finished composing the instrumental track. He planned to record the vocals in the afternoon and then release the song.

This song wasn’t something he had just come up with on a whim—it was actually one of his previous works. Since none of his past creations had been released in this world, he saw no harm in using them here. Given his tight schedule, there simply wasn’t enough time to create something new from scratch. Borrowing from his past self didn’t seem unreasonable.

Pei Lang had a good-looking face, a pleasant voice, and a knack for winning people over. He got along quite well with Aunt Lin. Aunt Lin’s son worked at Yan Han’s company, but since he was married with kids and always busy, he rarely had time to take care of her. Over time, she got to know Pei Lang better and realized he wasn’t as bad as she had initially thought.

From being despised by everyone to becoming someone both likable and capable, Pei Lang had completely changed his image. Aunt Lin now treated him like her own son. Since Yan Han wasn’t coming home for lunch, Pei Lang was the only one eating. This meant more work for Aunt Lin, but seeing how much Pei Lang enjoyed the food made her feel it was worth it.

Pei Lang had been busy in his room all morning. It wouldn’t be appropriate to interrupt him while he was working, so Aunt Lin simply let him be. The dining table had a temperature control setting, ensuring the food wouldn’t get cold. Whenever Pei Lang finished his work, he could come downstairs and still enjoy a warm meal.

“Aunt Lin, there’s so much good food today!”

Dressed casually, Pei Lang had fair, delicate skin and a youthful appearance, almost like a college student.

He walked into the kitchen, gave Aunt Lin a light hug, then sat down at the dining table, his eyes sparkling as he prepared to eat.

Though he was technically freeloading, Pei Lang was genuinely grateful to Aunt Lin. He had always felt a natural attachment to kind and warm elders, probably because he had lacked maternal love growing up.

That small hug made Aunt Lin smile. “You’ve been working out a lot lately, haven’t you? I specially prepared these ingredients for you. Eat up.”

“Thank you, Aunt Lin,” Pei Lang replied sincerely before digging in. Ever since he started eating Aunt Lin’s cooking, he had completely lost interest in making his own meals—there was just no comparison.

After finishing lunch, Pei Lang went for a walk in the garden. Out of boredom, he took out his phone and immediately noticed that he was trending again.

#Pei Lang and the Black Brother

#Burning My Eyes

#Flirty Little Sissy

Pei Lang’s eyelids twitched at the insulting hashtags. Clicking into the topic, he quickly realized it was bad news.

There were explicit photos—clearly 18+ content—of someone who looked like him. In the pictures, Pei Lang wore heavy makeup, his expression seductive, as he engaged in… activities with a muscular Black man. The critical areas were blurred, but the sheer implication was enough to make Pei Lang feel sick to his stomach.

Back in his original world, his assistant had once suspected he liked men, but Pei Lang himself had never been sure about his own orientation. In this world, homosexuality was legal, and he had even considered the possibility that he might fall for a guy someday.

But now, after seeing these pictures? His gut reaction was pure nausea.

At that moment, Pei Lang became absolutely certain—he was straight.

The comments below the post were even worse than the photos. No one questioned their authenticity. No one spoke up for him. Pei Lang wasn’t even sure if these pictures were real. He had no memory of doing anything like this since arriving in this world.

But if these events really had happened to the body’s original owner…

Pei Lang frowned deeply, his discomfort intensifying at the thought of his body being touched and toyed with by another man.

Right now, the only person who could help him was Yan Han.

The problem? He didn’t even have Yan Han’s contact information.

Pei Lang fell into deep thought for a moment before suddenly realizing something. He quickly turned back toward the villa.

“Aunt Lin, do you have Mr. Yan’s contact information?”

Aunt Lin was in the middle of preparing chicken for dinner. Since chicken soup needed to simmer for hours, she had to start early.

Pei Lang’s pace was steady but urgent—he was rarely this anxious.

“What’s wrong?” Aunt Lin stopped what she was doing and looked up. “I only have Assistant Su’s number.”

“Can you give it to me? I need to talk to them.”

“Of course.” Aunt Lin pulled out her phone and gave him the number. Pei Lang thanked her and immediately went back to his room.

He called Su Jia, only to find out that Yan Han was currently in a meeting and unavailable. With no other choice, Pei Lang could only hang up and wait.

An hour later, after finishing his meeting, Yan Han returned to his office. Su Jia immediately informed him about Pei Lang’s call. This was the first time Pei Lang had reached out to him on his own initiative, which slightly surprised Yan Han.

“What did he say?” Yan Han asked.

“Nothing specific,” Su Jia replied, though he had a pretty good guess. “Boss, you should take a look at this first.”

As he spoke, Su Jia pulled up the trending search topics and handed the phone to Yan Han.

The moment Yan Han saw the photos, his expression darkened. He barely glanced at them before looking away, as if even one more second would contaminate his eyes. “Find out who’s behind this. Quickly.”

“Understood, Boss.”

Su Jia didn’t say much more and immediately left to investigate.

Meanwhile, Yan Han’s thoughts remained on the images.

The Pei Lang in those photos had longer hair, heavy makeup, and an air of seduction—completely different from the current Pei Lang. Somehow, Yan Han felt like he was looking at two entirely different people.

Even though it was a ridiculous thought, the feeling wouldn’t go away.

The Pei Lang in the photos and the Pei Lang he knew now…

They gave him completely different impressions.

The photos were truly shocking.

Thinking about Pei Lang’s clean and handsome face, the way the corners of his lips would curl up when he gained a small advantage, and the half-threatening, half-pleading words he had once said to him without realizing the consequences—those images felt like they belonged to a completely different person.

Not knowing what was happening inside the villa, Yan Han finally called back. The landline in the villa rang, and Aunt Lin answered. After realizing it was Yan Han on the other end, she went to Pei Lang’s room and knocked on the door.

“Mr. Yan,” Pei Lang answered as he took the phone.

“I heard you were looking for me?” Yan Han’s voice was as cold as ever, yet Pei Lang couldn’t help but feel a wave of relief.

It was like grasping onto a lifeline—despite Yan Han’s indifference, the fact that he took the initiative to call back meant there was still a chance.

“Mr. Yan, have you seen the trending searches?” Pei Lang lowered his voice, not wanting Aunt Lin to overhear.

Yan Han remained silent, which Pei Lang took as tacit confirmation.

“Mr. Yan, could you help me find out where these photos came from?” Pei Lang asked, his tone earnest. “I know it’s shameless of me to ask, but you’re the only one who can help me. Even though we’re only married in name, besides Aunt Lin, you’re the person who treats me the best in this world. I don’t want to drag you down with me. If this scandal blows up, you’ll be stuck with a green hat you never asked for, and the Yan family’s reputation will take a hit as well.”

Another one of his half-threatening statements. Yan Han didn’t like it, but he had to admit—Pei Lang had a point.

“You’re getting bolder,” Yan Han’s cold voice pierced through the phone, sending a chill down Pei Lang’s spine.

“It’s not that I’m bold. It’s just that Mr. Yan is willing to help me,” Pei Lang replied smoothly. “Human nature is never satisfied. You helped me once, and now I want you to help me a second time. In fact, Mr. Yan, you don’t have to take a nobody like me seriously. If you wanted, you could have gotten rid of me quietly. Even if your father found out, without evidence, he wouldn’t be able to do anything to you. You’d be completely free, no longer burdened by my threats.

“But you didn’t do that, did you?

“You’re kind, capable, and protective. Despite your status, you’ve never been corrupted by money or power. That’s really impressive.”

Pei Lang’s voice was soft and pleasant, his tone neither hurried nor slow. Even while asking for a favor, his words were clear and well-paced.

This long-winded speech—laced with flattery—somehow managed to dissolve Yan Han’s earlier irritation at being threatened.

“Mr. Yan, please help me,” Pei Lang pleaded again. “I have nothing to offer in return, but if you feel like I’m taking advantage of you… how about I call you my wife? Wouldn’t that make this easier to accept? We may not be deeply affectionate, but we are still a family. And isn’t it natural for family members to help each other?”

“Do you have a death wish?” Yan Han’s voice turned even icier.

Pei Lang knew Yan Han had been working out like crazy lately. Su Jia had joked that Pei Lang was training hard to become the dominant one in their relationship—yet Pei Lang still dared to provoke him.

“How about I call you husband instead?” Pei Lang teased.

Yan Han was certain he had no feelings for Pei Lang. But when he heard that, he didn’t immediately refute it.

Pei Lang had only been joking, but when Yan Han didn’t object right away, his mind suddenly went blank. He didn’t know how to continue the conversation.

Luckily, Yan Han was the first to recover.

“I’ll look into the photos,” he said curtly.

“Oh, okay. Thank you, Mr. Yan.”

Yan Han really was a good person. And deep down, his reactions were oddly cute.

What a pity about his legs.

If he could stand up, Yan Xiuyuan wouldn’t even stand a chance. Yan Han would be a top-tier man in every way. Pei Lang felt a little regretful.

“Mr. Yan, your father arranged this marriage in hopes that you’d regain your ability to walk. If you ever need anything, I’ll do my best to help,” Pei Lang offered sincerely.

Who knew when that damn system would appear again? Maybe he could ask if there was a way to help Yan Han recover.

“No need.” Yan Han hung up the phone without hesitation.

He had already given up hope that his legs could ever be healed. Pei Lang didn’t know anything—how could he possibly cure him? Even the world’s top orthopedic and nerve specialists had failed, let alone Pei Lang.

Hearing the abrupt dial tone, Pei Lang sighed.

Maybe his disability was an unspoken wound in Yan Han’s heart, something too painful to mention. That would explain his strong reaction.

With Yan Han’s help, Pei Lang finally felt a bit more at ease.

It wasn’t like he had never been slandered before. But those instances were minor, not worth clarifying, and the rumors would die down on their own after a few days.

This time was different.

This time, it was malicious.

The nature of the rumors was worse, and the social impact was greater. And because it was Pei Lang, people found it completely believable. That was the most frustrating part—neither haters nor neutral bystanders were questioning the truth.

Most troubling of all, Pei Lang didn’t even know whether the photos were real or fake.

He had too little knowledge about the original owner of this body.

However, after hiring a private investigator, he learned that the original Pei Lang wasn’t actually promiscuous. At worst, he had a competitive streak when it came to Pei Ziqing, a bad personality, and very few friends.

But then there was Yan Xiuyuan.

That night, Yan Xiuyuan had invited him to a bar. Maybe he had planned something—but Pei Lang never showed up.

And now, after failing to reach him, Yan Xiuyuan was suddenly spreading rumors out of nowhere.

Pei Lang had tried to give him the benefit of the doubt, but the more he thought about it, the more plausible it seemed.

If Yan Xiuyuan had really wanted to talk about something important, why choose a bar? And why at night?

That day, during their conversation, he hadn’t even denied wanting to punish him.

“If it really was him, then there’s no need to keep any distance in the future,” Pei Lang muttered.

He opened his phone and played back a recording—the conversation he’d had with Yan Xiuyuan that day.