Marrying the Male Lead’s Disabled Uncle – Chapter 35

He was starving, and the food was delicious. Pei Lang ended up eating quite a bit of the so-called “light meal,” but despite that, he felt as if he hadn’t tasted anything at all.

That night, when they got home, Lu Lu gathered all of Pei Lang’s snacks and locked them inside a password-protected suitcase. Pei Lang had enjoyed his freedom for a while, but in the end… he was back to having his diet controlled by someone else.

Once the little beast inside is set free, it’s hard to lock it back up.

Besides, this body could eat however much it wanted without gaining weight, so what was the point of restricting his diet?

Pei Lang had a growing suspicion that he was in a book world. Although he, as an outsider, had brought a different consciousness to this body, some settings of the original character seemed unchangeable. For example, his figure wouldn’t fluctuate, and his skin remained perpetually fair, never tanning under the sun.

To avoid making things difficult for Lu Lu, Pei Lang didn’t insist on getting his snacks back. Instead, he focused on his work and continued filming seriously. Each passing day, he noticed surprising changes—both the male and female leads’ attitudes toward him had shifted significantly. The female lead, in particular, now looked at him with genuine warmth, and they even started chatting and discussing the script in their free time.

Everything was moving in the right direction.

Meanwhile, at Lanjin Entertainment’s President’s Office

Yan Han was in his office, watching a video of Pei Lang’s performance as Wen Yan on his phone. He watched it over and over again, and the more he watched, the more he liked what he saw. A strong urge rose within him—he wanted to tie Pei Lang up and keep him by his side.

But then he thought of Pei Lang’s deep love for acting, the way his eyes shone when he performed, and… Yan Han couldn’t bring himself to do it.

These past few days, Pei Lang’s videos had become his only comfort, even improving his chronic insomnia. But of course, watching a video wasn’t as good as having Pei Lang physically by his side.

Just as Yan Han was immersed in his thoughts, his assistant, Su Jia, walked in with a package.

“Boss, a package for you,” Su Jia reported.

Yan Han calmly put away his phone. “Leave it there and get back to work.”

“Understood, boss.”

Su Jia placed the package down and tiptoed out of the room, careful not to disrupt Yan Han’s rare moment of peace. The boss’s expression had finally softened, and no one wanted to risk ruining his mood.

Once he was alone, Yan Han grabbed a tool and opened the package. Inside were several thick books—sent by Qi Shaoheng.

According to Qi Shaoheng, the strategies in these books were foolproof. No woman could resist them.

Yan Han wasn’t sure if they would work on men, but it was worth a try.

What frustrated him was that Pei Lang had been at the filming site for days but hadn’t sent him a single message. Not even a call.

Did he not miss him at all?

Yan Han felt a rare sense of disappointment. Even someone as ridiculous as Yan Xiuyuan had persistently pestered Pei Lang. Even if Pei Lang didn’t love him back, at least Yan Xiuyuan had once been crazy about him.

So why couldn’t Pei Lang feel anything toward him?

Annoyed, Yan Han impulsively added Pei Lang on WeChat using his phone number.

At that moment, Pei Lang was in the middle of filming, so the friend request hadn’t gone through yet. With nothing else to do, Yan Han picked up one of the books and started studying it seriously.

On Set

After wrapping up his morning scenes, Pei Lang had lunch with Lu Lu before taking a break on set. Lu Lu had thoughtfully bought him a comfortable folding recliner, which was a lifesaver when he didn’t have time to return to the hotel for a proper rest.

Pei Lang sprawled in the chair, drinking half a bottle of water to rehydrate.

Lu Lu was nearby, but there wasn’t much for him to do. Pei Lang was independent, easygoing, and not picky—he didn’t need much looking after. So, the two of them simply chatted idly.

Just then, Lu Lu handed him his phone. “Brother Lang, your phone.”

Pei Lang took it and habitually checked for any trending topics, just in case there were any unwanted scandals involving him. Sure enough, he found a few minor negative rumors, but nothing serious.

Then he noticed a new friend request.

The profile picture was a plain black square, the username was just a single period, and there were no notes attached.

Pei Lang didn’t recognize the person, so he decisively clicked “Reject.”

On the other end, Yan Han had been keeping an eye on his phone. The moment he saw his request rejected, his face darkened.

Without hesitation, he sent another request.

Pei Lang rejected it again.

Who is this? Did I add the wrong person? Or is this someone the original owner knew?

By the time the third request came in, Pei Lang hesitated. With a bit of suspicion, he finally clicked “Accept.”

[Lang: Hello? May I ask who this is?]

[. ［Voice Message］: 🙂 (5 seconds)]

…A scammer?

The other party had suddenly sent a voice message, and Pei Lang wasn’t sure if he should listen to it.

He had encountered scammers before—people who added him on WeChat, sent strange voice messages, and then attached suspicious links.

Pei Lang didn’t dare to open it in public.

He waited for a while, expecting a link to appear, but none came.

Wait… is this a new scam tactic?

Lu Lu noticed his expression and asked curiously, “Brother Lang, what did you say? What are they selling?”

“Nothing.” Pei Lang quickly put his phone aside to prevent Lu Lu from seeing the screen.

After making sure no one was watching, he turned the speaker volume down to the lowest setting and cautiously played the voice message.

“What, you don’t recognize me after just a few days?”

The moment he heard the voice, Pei Lang subconsciously let out a sigh of relief.

At least it wasn’t a scammer.

But… why was Yan Han adding him on WeChat?

And he had just rejected him twice. Was he mad?

[Lang: Mr. Yan, you’re joking. With that username and avatar, who would recognize you?]

Pei Lang sent a voice message but quickly switched to typing, worried that talking too much might make Lu Lu suspicious.

[Lang: What made you think to contact me, Mr. Yan? Is something wrong?]

[…]

Pei Lang stared at the six dots that appeared on the screen.

…What the hell did that mean?

Yan Han didn’t know how to respond. He couldn’t just say: I like you, I miss you, and after not seeing you for a few days, I couldn’t take it anymore, so I had to contact you first.

So, the two of them fell into an awkward silence for several minutes.

[. : Are you still there?]

[Lang: Yes.]

[. : My father asked about our relationship today. To avoid suspicion, you need to cooperate with me. From now on, we’ll have at least two phone calls a day. Texting is fine too—my father checks the chat logs.]

Huh? He never checked before. Why is he suddenly keeping such a close watch?

Pei Lang briefly wondered about it, but the contract had clearly stated that when necessary, he had to “act” for Yan Han’s father.

Fine. Since it was all just acting, he was more than happy to oblige.

[Lang: No problem, Mr. Yan. I’ll follow your instructions. If you need anything else, just let me know.]

On the other side of the screen, Yan Han quietly curled his lips into a smile, staring at Pei Lang’s message with satisfaction.

[. : Alright, get back to work. Call me when you’re done. My father needs to see the call history.]

[Lang: Understood, Mr. Yan. Goodbye.]

After resting for a few more minutes, Pei Lang put away his phone, handed it back to Lu Lu, and threw himself into his next scene.

Today’s scenes focused on foreshadowing Wen Yan’s descent into darkness.

Wen Yan was the son of a cult leader. Raised within the sect, he had long grown accustomed to his father’s brutality and bloodshed. The cult had harmed countless people, utilizing bizarre techniques and sinister poisons—things that Wen Yan, despite growing up around them, never fully understood.

He had always harbored thoughts different from his father’s, but he had no power to change anything. So, at a young age, he left home and became the disciple of the renowned physician Qi, studying medicine and martial arts. He devoted himself to curing the sick and saving lives while also researching the poisons used by the cult. Perhaps due to his unique background, he could cure afflictions that others could not.

Because he was the cult leader’s son, his father despised his defiance but never acted against him. Outsiders saw him repeatedly saving people targeted by the Demon Cult, yet despite their efforts to eliminate him, he remained unharmed.

Over time, the name Doctor Wen spread throughout the martial world. He was a physician with unparalleled martial arts skills—one who had mastered both righteous and demonic techniques yet never strayed down the wrong path. However, in the eyes of the martial world, he was merely a kind and gentle doctor. To protect himself, he lived in a secluded place called Fengzhuju.

But the moment he fell in love with Qin Junru—when he saw her care for and embrace another man—the darkness within him, long suppressed, began to stir. This moment became the key to his eventual transformation into an antagonist.

This scene required a nuanced portrayal of Wen Yan’s internal conflict, and Pei Lang controlled the emotional depth masterfully. Everything went smoothly.

By the time filming wrapped up in the evening, Pei Lang finally returned to the hotel.

The two lead actors were still shooting their scenes, and most of the crew hadn’t returned yet, leaving the hotel unusually quiet. After having dinner and taking a shower, Pei Lang lay in bed, feeling a little lost with nothing to do.

Then he remembered Yan Han.

Has he finished work yet?

Following the instructions he had received earlier, Pei Lang dialed Yan Han’s number.

The call was picked up almost immediately—only two rings in.

“Mr. Yan, how have you been lately?” Pei Lang asked, realizing a second later that he had nothing else to say. Yan Han was so cold and distant… there really wasn’t much to talk about.

“Mm.”

“…”

Silence.

“Does your leg still hurt?” The words slipped out before Pei Lang could stop himself. He instantly regretted it. Why did I bring that up? If it hurts, so what? If it doesn’t, so what? It’s not like I can do anything about it from so far away.

Besides, someone like Yan Han—so prideful—would never admit to being in pain. As long as he doesn’t say anything, it probably means he’s fine. Yeah… no need to feel guilty.

Wait, hold on. I wasn’t even the one who injured him. There’s nothing to feel guilty about!

Yan Han’s voice came through the receiver, sounding unexpectedly soft: “It hurts every night. It’s unbearable, and I can’t sleep.”

A man as strong as Yan Han actually admitted his pain?

Pei Lang could even hear a faint trace of grievance in his usually impassive voice.

A long pause.

Pei Lang finally let out an awkward laugh. “When my schedule isn’t so packed, I’ll take a couple of days off and come home to give you a massage. How about that?”

As they chatted, there was a sudden knock on the door. Pei Lang glanced at his phone—the call was still ongoing. He called out, “Lu Lu, what’s up?”

Lu Lu’s voice came from outside. “Brother Lang, it’s still early. Want to check out the night market in the film and television city? If you’re too tired, we don’t have to go.”

Yan Han, on the other end of the call, heard every word.

Pei Lang didn’t even hesitate. “Let’s do it another day. You won’t let me eat anything anyway, so what’s the point of going?”

“Alright then. Brother Lang, have a good rest. Call me if you need anything!”

“Got it.”

The hallway fell silent again. Pei Lang looked down at his phone and realized Yan Han was still on the line. He put the phone back to his ear. “Mr. Yan, are you still there?”

“Hmm. That was your assistant just now?” Yan Han’s tone didn’t sound any different—calm, indifferent.

“Yeah, what about it?”

“You two… live together?”

“Yeah. The hotel has limited rooms, and since she’s my assistant, we share a suite so she can take care of things more easily. There are two bedrooms—Lu Lu stays in the one next to mine.”

“Oh, I see.”

See what?

Pei Lang was confused, but before he could ask, Yan Han had already hung up.

—

About half an hour later, there was another knock on the door.

The staff handling room arrangements had come to inform him of a reassignment. After some discussion, Pei Lang realized he had been moved to another room. When he got there, he discovered it was a deluxe single suite, far more luxurious than his previous accommodations—but only meant for one person.

Even more surprising, Lu Lu had also been moved to her own separate room—one that was notably better than those assigned to the assistants of the two lead actors.

Lu Lu checked with the staff multiple times to confirm, but after receiving reassurance that there was no mistake, she accepted the arrangement, albeit nervously.

Pei Lang, however, could already guess who was behind this.

He pulled out his phone and sent a message.

[Lang: Mr. Yan, did you arrange for my room change?]

A reply came quickly.

[. : I have to act for my father, so I need to call you frequently. It’s inconvenient when there are outsiders around.]

Pei Lang stared at the message for a few seconds before replying.

[Lang: …A separate bedroom? Isn’t that even more inconvenient?]

Yan Han didn’t respond.

Of course he didn’t.