Marrying the Male Lead’s Disabled Uncle – Chapter 26

Lu Lu was four years younger than Pei Lang—a cheerful, lovable guy who had been assigned as Pei Lang’s assistant by Yan Han.

Despite being young, he was highly capable, and Pei Lang—who had never been arrogant—quickly befriended him.

Over the past two days, Lu Lu had taken Pei Lang out to explore the city, introducing him to all kinds of new foods.

Pei Lang’s inner foodie had been fully awakened.

Now, whenever they met, the first thing he asked was—

“What are we eating today?”

Lu Lu felt helpless.

“Brother Lang, as an actor, you need to watch your diet! If you keep eating like this, you’re going to lose your immortal aura!”

His deer-like eyes widened as he complained.

When he first met Pei Lang, he had thought he carried an otherworldly elegance—like an immortal descended to earth.

But after spending time together…

He realized Pei Lang was obsessed with food.

He wasn’t picky—he wanted to try everything he had never eaten before.

It was as if a celestial being had fallen into the mortal world and was fascinated by earthly delights.

(If Pei Lang knew that Lu Lu described him this way, he would probably choke on his milk tea again.)

Keeping a Low Profile

“Brother Lang, Sister You told us to be careful and avoid being photographed,” Lu Lu reminded him, lowering his voice.

There were quite a few people around, but no one recognized Pei Lang.

The public still associated Pei Lang with his past image—heavy makeup, long hair, deep V-neck shirts.

Even though the drama’s official stills had gained positive attention, those were period costumes.

Pei Lang’s current clean-cut look was unfamiliar to most people.

Sister You—the agent arranged by Yan Han—had reminded them to stay low-key, but she was currently busy managing other artists.

“Got it,” Pei Lang replied casually.

After finishing his desserts, he checked the time and prepared to leave.

“I’ve paid the bill. If there’s nothing else, I’ll head out first.”

“Brother Lang, where do you live? I can pick you up later,” Lu Lu offered.

Since he was Pei Lang’s assistant, he was responsible for transportation. But Pei Lang merely smiled and shook his head.

“I’m not famous enough to hide. I can manage on my own.”

Truthfully…

He was just too broke to let his assistant see him taking a ride-hailing service home.

More importantly—he absolutely could not let anyone find out he was living with Yan Han.

Otherwise, the “sugar baby” rumors would be confirmed.

While such gossip wouldn’t bother him, Yan Han had already endured enough ridicule due to his disability.

If their relationship was exposed, it would only invite more scorn.

People wouldn’t dare say it outright because of Yan Han’s status, but they would judge him in secret.

This strengthened Pei Lang’s resolve—

Once I start earning, I need to move out.

With that, he left and took a taxi home.

Pei Ziqing’s Jealousy

Meanwhile, the controversy surrounding Pei Lang’s casting continued to escalate online.

When Pei Ziqing saw the trending topic, jealousy burned in his chest.

Lately, Yan Xiuyuan had been losing control of his temper, frequently lashing out over Pei Lang-related news.

This had also affected Pei Ziqing—who was often unable to contact him when he needed him.

All his frustration and resentment were directed at Pei Lang.

Finally, he managed to get through to Yan Xiuyuan and arranged to meet for dinner.

But the moment he saw the Weibo trending topics, he lost his appetite.

“Brother is so amazing,” Pei Ziqing sneered sarcastically.

“I auditioned for Wen Yan, but Director Jin rejected me. In the end, the role went to my dear brother. He must have worked so hard to earn Director Jin’s favor.”

His words dripped with mockery, clearly insinuating that Pei Lang got the role through shady means.

Yan Xiuyuan’s face darkened.

“Him? Hahaha!“

He laughed coldly, voice laced with disdain.

“Everyone knows his acting is garbage. If he didn’t have connections, do you really think Director Jin would have chosen him?”

Pei Ziqing’s eyes gleamed at the implication.

“Who helped him?” he asked, feigning curiosity.

Yan Xiuyuan almost blurted out the truth—

“That cripple—”

But he stopped himself just in time.

He suddenly remembered his grandfather’s warning.

“If anything about your uncle leaks, I’ll come for you first.”

Yan Xiuyuan gritted his teeth and redirected the conversation.

“Ziqing, it’s a good thing you weren’t chosen,” he said bitterly.

“Director Jin always brags about his high artistic standards, yet he threw them away and cast a nobody. His integrity is questionable.

“Honestly? I’m glad I didn’t invest in this drama. I’ll just sit back and watch him lose money.

“I’ve been looking for a better role for you instead.”

Even though he couldn’t expose the truth, these words still pleased Pei Ziqing.

“Thank you, Xiuyuan,” Pei Ziqing said sweetly.

“Why thank me? You’re going to be my wife soon.

“In the future, people will respect you because of me.”

Pei Ziqing was deeply moved, nearly tearing up as she whispered flattering words, bringing Yan Xiuyuan back into a good mood.

A New Scheme

Both Pei Ziqing and Yan Xiuyuan firmly believed that Pei Lang used connections to get the role.

While Yan Xiuyuan knew that his uncle was involved, his family had forbidden him from exposing it.

His grandfather’s warning was clear—

“If anyone leaks it, I’ll hold you responsible first.”

Yan Xiuyuan felt completely stifled.

If he could just leak the truth, public opinion would tear Pei Lang apart.

But instead…

Not only could he not say anything, he had to actively help cover it up.

It was infuriating.

But then, an idea struck him—

“Pei Lang’s acting is absolute trash. There’s no way he’ll perform well.”

Eventually, the entire internet would ridicule him.

So, all he had to do was—

Find Pei Ziqing a rival project.

If they launched a competing drama at the same time, comparisons would be inevitable.

Pei Ziqing’s role would overshadow Pei Lang’s performance.

In the end, Director Jin’s production would unknowingly provide free publicity—while Pei Ziqing stole all the attention.

With that plan in mind, Yan Xiuyuan immediately began scouting scripts.

Pei Lang Returns Home

That evening, Pei Lang returned to the villa.

In the kitchen, Aunt Lin was preparing dinner.

Pei Lang offered to help, and the two worked together until the food was nearly ready.

Just then, Yan Han returned home.

Pei Lang noticed something—

For the past few days, Yan Han had seemed off.

Even the tiny figure on his shoulder had been looking gloomy, head hanging low like a deflated balloon.

Something must have happened.

Pei Lang suspected that Yan Xiuyuan was causing trouble again.

“Mr. Yan, it’s time to eat.”

After returning home, Yan Han went straight to the study, while Pei Lang went to call him down for dinner.

The two descended in the elevator together and sat at the dining table in silence.

Yan Han had always been a quiet eater, but today, he seemed particularly disengaged.

After a few bites, he put down his chopsticks.

“When do you join the crew?” he asked.

Pei Lang, still chewing on a mouthful of beef, responded lazily, “Hmm~ in a few days.”

Yan Han was silent for a moment before saying, “Once you’re on set, you won’t be able to eat Aunt Lin’s cooking anymore.”

It was an offhand remark, even Yan Han himself wasn’t sure why he said it.

“It’s fine,” Pei Lang replied nonchalantly. Once I start making money, I’ll just poach Aunt Lin.

Of course, he couldn’t say that out loud.

“I’m not picky about food. I can get used to whatever the crew serves.”

Yan Han fell silent again, staring at Pei Lang for a moment before quietly getting up and returning to his study.

Pei Lang was puzzled.

First Live Broadcast – “Uncle Lang” Goes Viral

After finishing his meal and helping Aunt Lin clean up, Pei Lang returned to his room.

Logging into his creative platform, he saw a flood of fan requests—

They wanted him to do a live broadcast.

More specifically, they were concerned about his health and wanted to check in on their beloved “Uncle Lang.”

Unable to resist their enthusiasm, Pei Lang reluctantly agreed.

The platform offered two types of live streams:

1. Video

2. Audio

Obviously, a video stream was out of the question, so he settled for an audio-only session.

As soon as he went live, a flood of people joined.

His comment section was immediately filled with fans expressing concern for his health:

[— Uncle, don’t strain yourself! Just chat with us, no need to sing. Your health comes first.]

[— Your voice is so gentle and soothing, it reminds me of my dad when he was young. He had the same kind of comforting tone.]

[— Uncle, please take care of yourself. I know it’s selfish, but I really hope you keep making music. I replay your songs daily and never get tired of them. If you release new ones, I’ll probably fall asleep listening before dawn.]

[— Uncle, how do you take care of your voice? Even in your 50s, you still sound so good. I really admire you.]

Pei Lang scrolled through the barrage of comments, feeling both amused and touched.

Since the messages were coming in too fast, he could only respond selectively.

“Don’t worry, I’m doing fine,” he reassured them.

“I’m still making music, just at a slower pace.

I’ll continue releasing new songs every month—some will be original, some might be covers.

If there’s a song you really want to hear, let me know. I can authorize you to do a cover, too.”

At the mention of covers, his fans immediately protested—

They only wanted his original works.

After all, Pei Lang’s songs were already as popular as mainstream hits—perhaps even more artistic and meaningful.

Since they were released on this niche platform, they often carried deep personal stories, making them feel even more special.

Unexpected Popularity

Pei Lang found himself completely at ease, casually chatting with his fans.

What he didn’t realize was that his live broadcast had gone viral.

His stream was ranked #1 on the platform and was even being shared to other sites.

The viewership skyrocketed, far exceeding what he had expected.

Fans were drawn to his gentle, calming voice, his casual yet engaging conversation style, and the way he made everyone feel included and cared for.

Meanwhile, in another part of the villa—

Yan Han’s Suspicion

Sitting at his desk, Yan Han had Pei Lang’s live broadcast playing on his computer screen.

The more he listened, the more he felt…

Something was off.

For the first time, Yan Han actually frowned in confusion.

Some time ago, Su Jia had recommended a song to him.

He had liked it and searched for the artist, eventually following their account.

At the time, he had found the singer’s voice strangely familiar, but hadn’t thought too much about it.

Now, listening to Pei Lang’s live broadcast, he realized—

That familiar voice…

Was Pei Lang’s.

Just as he was about to put two and two together, a comment popped up on the screen—

Su Jia Exposes Herself

Su Su Does Not Love Jia Ban:

“Ahhh, Lang Dad, I love you so much for doing a live broadcast!”

“It’s so pitiful having a moody and inhumane boss like mine. He deducts my salary over the smallest things—so stressful!”

“I literally survive by listening to your songs every day. Lang Dad, I’d like to call you my energy supply station—ahhh~~”

Yan Han’s eyelids twitched.

His suspicions were momentarily forgotten—

Because now, his attention was fully diverted elsewhere.