Marrying the Male Lead’s Disabled Uncle – Chapter 39

The next day, Aunt Lin brought food again.

Lu Lu, still reminiscing about yesterday’s delicious meal, waited eagerly for Pei Lang to finish work so they could eat together.

However, when they opened the lunch boxes, their excitement instantly turned into shock.

Inside, the dishes were pitch-black and sticky, unrecognizable as any kind of food.

The two exchanged glances, leaned in to sniff it, and immediately detected a strange odor.

Still unwilling to give up, Pei Lang picked up a small bite with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth.

A second later, his expression twisted.

At the same time, Lu Lu—who had taken a bite of another dish—turned pale.

They both scrambled to grab tissues, spit out the food, and rinsed their mouths with mineral water.

It was… absolutely atrocious.

Completely incomparable to yesterday’s meal.

The difference was so vast that Pei Lang was sure Aunt Lin couldn’t have been the one who made this.

“Are you sure this was given by the same auntie as yesterday?” he asked doubtfully.

“Positive.” Lu Lu, still unwilling to accept the truth, tried another dish—only to be hit with an even worse taste.

His hunger instantly disappeared, and his face wrinkled in agony.

“Brother Lang, I’ve been holding onto this box the whole time… No one swapped it. But why is the taste so different? This is basically poison. Only a fool would eat it.”

“Did they change the chef?” Pei Lang muttered to himself, staring at the alien-like substance on the table. He picked up his phone and called Aunt Lin.

“Xiao Lang, did you like the food?” Aunt Lin’s cheerful voice came through.

“Aunt Lin… you didn’t cook today’s meal, did you?”

“It’s so delicious, isn’t it?” Aunt Lin chuckled, as if she had anticipated his praise.

Pei Lang’s lips twitched.

He forced himself to respond against his better judgment. “It’s… not bad. Not bad at all.”

“Mr. Yan got up early this morning and insisted on making it himself,” Aunt Lin explained with a smile. “I offered to help, but he refused. He said he wanted to cook a meal just for you. Mr. Yan is smart and takes everything seriously. I’ve never seen him cook before, but I figured it must be delicious. If Xiao Lang likes it, eat more! Not everyone is lucky enough to taste a meal personally made by Mr. Yan.”

Aunt Lin’s tone carried a hint of amusement, but Pei Lang didn’t catch it—he was too busy processing the fact that Yan Han had actually cooked.

The cold, aloof CEO personally entered the kitchen… just to poison an unsuspecting small-time actor?

Boss, if you’re going to cook, at least follow a recipe! At the very least, know what you’re making! And how could you not taste-test it first? What if it was actually poisonous?

Pei Lang, whose taste buds had just suffered a brutal assault, felt a shudder run down his spine.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to say, “Mr. Yan is really thoughtful. I’ll make sure to finish it all. Aunt Lin, I’m about to eat, so I’ll hang up now.”

Aunt Lin had just ended the call when Yan Han rang her phone.

The first thing he asked was, “Did the food get delivered?”

“It’s delivered. Xiao Lang is already eating. He even praised your cooking and said he’d finish every last bite,” Aunt Lin reported truthfully.

Yan Han, sitting in his office, broke into a rare smile.

“He knows I made it?” He tried to sound indifferent, but his heart felt light and sweet.

“I didn’t tell him outright,” Aunt Lin replied quickly. “Xiao Lang figured it out himself.”

“Good.”

Without another word, Yan Han hung up.

He opened WeChat, clicked on his chat with Pei Lang, and waited.

But no matter how long he stared at the screen, no message came.

In the end, Yan Han comforted himself: The food must be too delicious. That little glutton must be so focused on eating that he forgot to text me.

Yes, that must be it.

Feeling pleased, Yan Han picked up the book he had been reading.

“To capture a person’s heart, you must first capture their stomach.”

That makes sense.

His little surprise today was sure to be effective.

Think about it—a man of his status, personally cooking for Pei Lang. And making it so delicious!

Wouldn’t Pei Lang be moved to tears?

Wouldn’t his favorability skyrocket?

Winning the beauty’s heart was now just a matter of time.

I wonder what Pei Lang’s expression is right now… How will he look at me the next time we meet?

Just imagining it made Yan Han look forward to their next encounter.

Meanwhile, back at the film set…

When Pei Lang had said he wouldn’t waste a single bite, he didn’t mean he would eat it himself.

Instead, he handed the food to Lu Lu and told him to feed the stray cats and dogs roaming around the studio lot.

After taking care of that, Pei Lang leisurely pulled out his phone and ordered takeout.

Ten minutes later, Lu Lu returned, looking utterly defeated.

“Brother Lang, even the dogs won’t eat this,” he complained, looking wronged. “Let alone the cats!”

Pei Lang raised an eyebrow. “What happened?”

“Stray dogs are usually wary, right? I finally coaxed two of them to come over and eat. They sniffed the food… and looked at me like I was trying to poison them! Then they bared their teeth and barked at me!”

Lu Lu took a deep breath and continued his tragic tale.

“And the worst part? A short-legged dog chased me halfway down the street! Luckily, my legs are long enough to outrun it. But if anyone saw me… I’ll be the laughingstock of the entire set! Everyone knows I’m your assistant, Brother Lang. This is so embarrassing.”

Pei Lang had never seen Lu Lu so aggrieved before.

His assistant had been chased by a corgi…

Hilarious.

Unable to hold it in, Pei Lang burst into laughter.

“Hahahahaha—”

“Brother Lang! You’re still laughing!”

“Alright, alright, I ordered takeout. It’ll be here soon,” Pei Lang said, trying to stifle his chuckles.

Lu Lu pouted but obediently sat down.

Though he was always professional and never pried into Pei Lang’s personal life, he was still puzzled about the phone call earlier. However, since Pei Lang seemed unbothered, he let it slide.

When the takeout arrived, Lu Lu didn’t even try to stop Pei Lang from indulging.

Normally, he would control Pei Lang’s diet, but after what they had just been through, this meal tasted divine in comparison.

After eating, Pei Lang finally sent a message to Yan Han.

Though he still wasn’t sure why the man had poisoned him, he guessed it was an attempt to prove to his father that they were deeply in love.

[Lang: Mr. Yan’s cooking is delicious. Don’t do it again. You’re too busy with work—make sure to rest.]

[ .: Not tired. ]

[Lang: Don’t trouble Aunt Lin either. I’ll come home to eat when I have time. Sometimes my schedule is unpredictable, and if the food arrives too early, it might go bad.]

Yan Han didn’t pay attention to the rest of the message.

His mind fixated on one key point—

Pei Lang would come home on his own when he was hungry.

That meant… they would have more chances to see each other.

[ .: Okay, I won’t send it for now. ]

Seeing this response, Pei Lang let out a breath of relief.

He chatted for a few more minutes, then set his phone aside and refocused on his work.

Pei Lang didn’t know much about Zhong Yixiao’s agent, but he did notice that Zhong Yixiao kept looking at him with a complicated expression.

Pei Lang had no idea what that was about, so he simply pretended not to see it. Instead, he focused on his work—acting seriously, aiming for a perfect take in one go, and making sure not to trouble the staff.

By the afternoon, the final scene was wrapped up.

Tomorrow was Yan Xiuyuan’s engagement party, which meant Pei Lang had to return to the villa tonight.

After saying goodbye to Director Jin and giving Lu Lu a day off, he waited for Su Jia to pick him up.

When Su Jia arrived, Lu Lu had already been urged to leave by Pei Lang.

“Long time no see,” Su Jia greeted as Pei Lang got into the car.

“Dad Lang, you’re becoming more and more like a big star,” Su Jia teased, eyes shining with amusement.

Pei Lang raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment. Instead, he glanced around the backseat.

“Where’s Mr. Yan?”

Su Jia started the car and drove off, unaware that, not far away, a camera lens had just captured the moment.

“The boss is still at the company. He’ll be home later.”

After a pause, Su Jia added, “By the way, what’s your relationship with the boss?”

Su Jia really couldn’t figure it out. A kept lover? That didn’t seem right. The boss had been celibate for over thirty years—why would he suddenly be interested in seducing someone, and a man at that?

The old iceberg wasn’t the type to melt so easily.

And yet, no matter how you looked at it, the relationship between these two seemed… unusual.

Pei Lang smiled but said nothing, instead turning his head to admire the scenery outside the window.

Su Jia thought for a moment and then asked, “Are you two living together because of Young Master Yan?”

After all, the only connection between Pei Lang and Yan Han was Yan Xiuyuan.

Hearing this, Pei Lang, who had always assumed that Su Jia and Yan Han had feelings for each other, quickly clarified, “Don’t worry. Mr. Yan and I are just partners. Once the contract ends, we won’t have any further contact.”

“Really? Then why do I feel like the boss treats you differently?” Su Jia muttered, sighing softly. “Forget it. The boss’s thoughts are impossible to guess.”

As the conversation shifted, Su Jia suddenly remembered something.

“You haven’t updated your songs on the platform in a while. Are you planning to livestream tonight? If so, I’ll tune in and support you.”

“I haven’t sung in a long time,” Pei Lang admitted. “I’ll play for a little while tonight.”

“Great! I’ll call the other guys too. Don’t worry, I’ll keep it a secret. Don’t forget—I’m your number one fan.”

When Pei Lang arrived home, he had come straight from the set without stopping by the hotel.

The first thing he did was take a shower and change into fresh clothes.

Aunt Lin was busy in the kitchen, and Yan Han hadn’t returned yet.

After getting cleaned up, Pei Lang logged onto his website.

His inbox was flooded with private messages, many of them filled with heartwarming words.

After selecting a few to reply to and posting a livestream preview, he logged off and went to the kitchen to help.

A while later, Yan Han returned.

As he passed by the kitchen, he glanced inside and saw Pei Lang. Then, without a word, he headed upstairs.

It had been a long time since Pei Lang had seen that little figure perched on Yan Han’s shoulder.

Curious, Pei Lang wiped his hands dry and followed upstairs.

Yan Han wasn’t in the bedroom. Instead, he was in the study.

Pei Lang knocked lightly before stepping inside.

Yan Han was seated at his desk. His eyelids lifted briefly before lowering again.

It looked like he was reading, though the book itself was blocked by the computer screen.

Meanwhile, the tiny figure on his shoulder was holding a miniature book, reading it intently.

Pei Lang’s gaze landed on the title of the book Yan Han was reading.

His eyes lit up in surprise.

The cover had bold, unmistakable words:

“Wife Strategy Manual.”

…In the hands of the villain CEO, this oversized relationship guide looked absolutely ridiculous.

Pei Lang’s thoughts immediately spiraled.

Mr. Yan is finally going to make a move on Su Jia?

There’s drama brewing.

Looks like I’ll have to visit more often for updates.

What happened between them while I was away? Why is Mr. Yan suddenly studying this kind of book?

Although… he may be unreliable, his serious expression is actually kind of cute.

Suppressing his amusement, Pei Lang walked over with a smile.

“Mr. Yan, are you reading a book?”

As he reached out to take a peek, Yan Han snapped the book shut.

He raised his head and stared at Pei Lang.

“You haven’t lost weight. That’s good,” he remarked.

It was clear he had been worried that Pei Lang wouldn’t be able to adapt to the filming environment. Yet, not only had Pei Lang maintained his weight, he actually looked even more energetic.

“Mr. Yan looks the same as when I left,” Pei Lang replied with a small smile.

“Mm.”

After that, they fell into a familiar awkward silence.

This kind of situation often happened in their phone calls.

Pei Lang was already used to it, so he didn’t mind.

However… Yan Han’s gaze felt different tonight.

It was intense.

Fierce, even.

And occasionally, the corner of his eye would twitch.

Wait…

Is there something wrong with Mr. Yan’s eyes?

Pei Lang didn’t ask outright.

Instead, he simply smiled and met Yan Han’s gaze head-on.