Marrying the Male Lead’s Disabled Uncle – Chapter 40

Suddenly, Yan Han’s wheelchair moved forward, slowly closing the distance between him and Pei Lang.

Even though he was sitting, his aura was overwhelmingly oppressive. Pei Lang felt his heart tighten as he watched Yan Han approach with an unreadable expression.

He was a powerful man, a boss through and through. The fact that he had a tiny, two-dimensional villain perched on his shoulder didn’t make him any less intimidating.

Pei Lang instinctively took a step back.

But Yan Han didn’t stop.

Instead, he looked at Pei Lang like a predator eyeing its prey, a cold gleam flashing in his eyes.

Pei Lang continued retreating, his mind racing. Did I do something to anger him?

Step by step, he backed away—until suddenly, he found himself cornered. The wheelchair blocked his escape route, and there was nowhere left to run.

For the first time since arriving in this strange world, Pei Lang felt afraid.

“Mr. Yan…” His throat tightened, his heart pounded wildly, and his voice trembled as he struggled to form a complete sentence.

No matter how well he masked his emotions, his beautiful eyes still betrayed his fear.

He couldn’t even bring himself to meet Yan Han’s gaze directly. Instead, his eyes landed on the little villain perched on Yan Han’s shoulder.

The tiny figure looked just as tense as he did.

It was even blocking the small fox companion in the corner, as if protecting it.

Then—bam!

Yan Han’s palm slammed against the wall.

Pei Lang’s eyelids twitched, and he shut his eyes abruptly.

The air went still.

The only thing he could hear was his own thundering heartbeat.

Seconds passed—each one dragging on for what felt like an eternity.

Finally, Pei Lang’s fingers trembled as he slowly opened his eyes.

Yan Han was frowning, his expression dark and unhappy.

One of his hands rested against the wall, near Pei Lang’s waist, maintaining that position without moving.

Pei Lang blinked in confusion.

What is he doing?

It doesn’t look like he’s going to hit me… but I still don’t understand.

“Mr. Yan… what are you… doing…?” He finally managed to speak a complete sentence.

As soon as he said it, Yan Han’s expression turned even darker.

For a split second, a hint of grievance flickered in his eyes.

“Can’t you see?” he said, his voice heavy with frustration. “I’m doing a wall slam.”

“…A what?”

Pei Lang was completely stunned.

Wall slam? Like… wall-dong?

What am I even looking at right now?

Pei Lang took another look at their positions.

And suddenly, he understood why Yan Han’s face looked so awful.

This wall-dong was completely different from the ones in the romance novels.

Sitting in his wheelchair, Yan Han couldn’t pin Pei Lang against the wall properly.

His hand could only reach Pei Lang’s waist, and the positioning was awkward at best.

There was no sense of tension, no rapid heartbeat, no blush-inducing atmosphere—just an overwhelming sense of confusion.

It was… completely ineffective.

And extremely embarrassing.

Realization dawned on Pei Lang.

“Oh,” he said. “Are you using me for practice?”

Yan Han’s fingers twitched. “What?”

“You must want to practice on me first before teasing Su Jia,” Pei Lang said, nodding to himself. “You’re worried you don’t have enough experience, right? That’s understandable. Mr. Yan is indeed very thorough.”

Yan Han: …?!

Pei Lang, having figured out the situation, relaxed.

His heartbeat steadied, and the tension drained from his body.

Meanwhile, Yan Han took a deep breath and moved back slightly, his expression returning to normal.

“Practice?” he repeated, his voice dangerously low.

“Yeah. Don’t you like Su Jia?” Pei Lang said with certainty. “If you want to pursue him, I can help. I have experience with these things.”

“You… have experience?”

Yan Han felt like he was choking on his own breath.

“Experience in pursuing Yan Xiuyuan?”

Pei Lang had just stabbed him twice with a single sentence.

Yan Han’s mind nearly went blank.

Since when have I ever shown that I like Su Jia?!

And Pei Lang said he had experience? Experience in pursuing Yan Xiuyuan?!

Yan Han almost coughed up blood on the spot.

No, no, no. That wasn’t the issue.

The real problem was—

The person he liked was now offering to teach him how to pursue someone else.

What normal man could stand that?!

Yan Han had the sudden urge to grab Pei Lang by the collar and pry open his head to see just what kind of nonsense was inside.

“Of course not,” Pei Lang said, tilting his head slightly, his expression filled with pride.

His “experience” wasn’t from personal relationships—it was from acting.

In every romance drama he starred in, the audience always swooned over his interactions with the female leads. The response was always overwhelming. Clearly, these tactics were effective.

Yan Han took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to drag Pei Lang to a doctor for a brain scan.

“The person I like is not Su Jia,” he said coldly.

“If you keep talking nonsense, I can’t guarantee what I’ll do.”

With that, Yan Han turned and left the room.

Pei Lang blinked in confusion and quickly followed.

At dinner, they sat at the same table, eating in silence.

After the meal, Yan Han suddenly took Pei Lang shopping.

At the mall, Yan Han led him straight to a luxury brand store and—without blinking—bought every single outfit he thought would suit Pei Lang.

Pei Lang expected Yan Han to demand gratitude, maybe even look smug.

But to his surprise, Yan Han looked frustrated instead.

Apparently, he had expected Pei Lang to be overwhelmed and touched.

Instead, Pei Lang barely reacted—and even disliked some of the styles Yan Han chose.

Yan Han was so furious he almost suffered a heart attack on the spot.

Whoever said that shopping together strengthens relationships was a liar.

In Yan Han’s mind, Pei Lang had come from a humble background. He hadn’t gone to college, started working at a young age, and had barely owned any decent clothes when he was chasing Yan Xiuyuan.

Surely, he had never worn luxury brands before.

What he didn’t know was that the Pei Lang standing in front of him was not the one he knew.

This Pei Lang was a movie star.

A top actor from another world, with a high salary, impeccable acting skills, and countless talents.

Luxury brands had always thrown free clothes at him for endorsements.

To Pei Lang, today’s shopping spree was pointless.

Still, seeing how angry Yan Han was, Pei Lang wisely chose not to refuse.

Instead, he sighed and asked helplessly, “Mr. Yan, you bought so many clothes. Which one should I wear to the banquet tomorrow?”

“These are just your daily clothes,” Yan Han replied stiffly.

“I already had something custom-made for you. It’ll be delivered tomorrow morning.”

Pei Lang: …Then what was the point of all this?!

As the car drove home, Yan Han asked, “What are your plans for the future?”

He was, in fact, secretly trying to figure out Pei Lang’s interests so he could gradually cater to them.

Pei Lang thought for a moment.

“I don’t know.”

“Before, I would have said I wanted to be the strongest actor in the entertainment industry, challenge different roles, and improve my craft.”

“But after my accident…”

His voice softened.

“I just want to cherish the people who are good to me.”

“And… I want to find a way to cure Mr. Yan’s leg.”

Yan Han remained silent.

Pei Lang’s words sounded simple, but in reality, they were difficult to achieve.

That was the kind of life Yan Han longed for—but could never have.

Every step he took had to be meticulously planned in advance. If he made even one wrong move, he would fall into the abyss.

Pei Lang, seeing that Yan Han didn’t respond, asked in return, “What about you, Mr. Yan?”

Yan Han’s reply was short and cold.

“Alive.”

Pei Lang was stunned.

Two words.

Yet they carried an overwhelming weight.

Because only by staying alive could there be endless possibilities.

Because his identity meant that living an ordinary life would never be an option.

Pei Lang felt a dull ache in his heart. His gaze flickered to Yan Han’s legs.

The accident all those years ago must have been fatal. The fact that Yan Han had survived at all meant that staying alive had been his only priority back then.

This topic ended there.

After returning to the villa, Pei Lang started a live broadcast.

He sang two songs before logging off, but that was more than enough to cause a stir. His name instantly climbed to the top of trending searches, with clips of his singing spreading across various platforms like wildfire.

The higher his popularity soared, the greater the risk of exposure.

To maintain the exclusivity of his streaming platform, Pei Lang decided to keep his “vest” on—to remain hidden.

Meanwhile, a week ago, Pei Ziqing and Yan Xiuyuan’s engagement was officially announced.

The internet was flooded with congratulations.

Naturally, Pei Lang’s name was dragged into the conversation.

Pei Lang, however, was too busy filming to care, and Lu Lu deliberately avoided bringing it up so as not to upset him. Fortunately, the hot search died down quickly.

It all happened so suddenly that many people barely had time to react.

Some speculated that Yan Xiuyuan himself had used his influence to suppress the trending topic—that he still couldn’t bear to lose Pei Lang.

And with that, the online mockery directed at Pei Lang intensified.

That evening was the engagement banquet.

The afternoon passed peacefully at the villa until Aunt Lin arrived, carrying a set of formal clothes for Pei Lang.

The luxurious aqua-blue suit was exquisite in detail, its color perfectly complementing his fair skin. Once he put it on, he looked like a gem embedded in the sea—radiant and mysterious.

Yan Han, for once, abandoned his usual black suits and wore a white suit instead. Though the color wasn’t particularly striking, his imposing presence made him unforgettable.

When they stepped out of their rooms—

They both froze.

Each of them was momentarily stunned by the other.

Even Aunt Lin fell into silence, her gaze flickering between the two men.

Their outfits were vastly different in color, yet inexplicably harmonious. Luxury and simplicity intertwined, complementing each other in an unspoken connection.

Not only that—the intricate details on their outfits were subtly similar.

They looked like they were wearing matching couple outfits.

Aunt Lin had been uncertain about Pei Lang’s status in the villa at first. She had even disliked him in the beginning.

But over time, she realized Pei Lang wasn’t like the rumors said.

She had begun to treat him like her own son.

And now, seeing him attending the Yan family banquet by Yan Han’s side, she didn’t need anyone to explain.

She already understood.

Looking at these two people who were perfectly matched, Aunt Lin felt a lump in her throat.

“Mr. Yan, it’s almost time,” she reminded reluctantly.

Yan Han’s gaze lingered on Pei Lang for a moment before he spoke.

“Push me out.”

Pei Lang nodded, stepped forward, and gently placed his hands on the back of Yan Han’s wheelchair.

With smooth, unhurried movements, he pushed Yan Han out the door.

Su Jia was once again the driver.

The car drove through unfamiliar streets toward the legendary Yan family estate.

In reality, the banquet was nothing more than a private gathering between the two families.

Even if Pei Lang weren’t attending as Yan Han’s companion, he should have been there as Pei Ziqing’s brother.

But the Pei family hadn’t even bothered to inform him.

When they arrived, the Yan family estate loomed before them, spacious and imposing.

Su Jia dropped them off at the entrance and left. The rest of the journey had to be made on foot.

Step by step, Pei Lang pushed Yan Han forward.

They walked steadily.

They weren’t afraid of the stares around them.

They didn’t even glance sideways.

Only when they reached the main hall did they finally stop.

They were the last to arrive.

Some people were immediately displeased.

“Brother, is your company so busy?”

A loud, commanding voice rang out.

“You’re late for such an important event. Your condition is no excuse—if you knew it would slow you down, you should have left earlier.”

The speaker was a middle-aged man in his fifties.

Dressed sharply in a suit and tie, he exuded authority and arrogance.

This was Yan Han’s elder brother—Yan Tong.

Yan Han didn’t even look at him.

“Big Brother,” he greeted coldly before completely ignoring him and heading straight for the old man seated at the head of the room.

Old Master Yan.

The patriarch of the Yan family was already in his seventies.

He was thin and kindly-looking, with cloudy yet sharp eyes that betrayed his shrewdness.

Yan Han greeted him with just two words.

“Father.”

Then, he turned slightly and introduced Pei Lang.

“I brought Lang Lang to see you.”

Pei Lang instantly understood.

This was a performance.

A role he had to play alongside Yan Han.

So, without hesitation, he called out obediently—

“Father.”

The room fell into a stunned silence.

Yan Han remained calm, but even Old Master Yan seemed momentarily taken aback.

He had only brought Pei Lang into the Yan family estate because he believed the young man would bring good fortune.

He had never actually considered him part of the family.

And yet—

Pei Lang had called him ‘father’ without hesitation.

For the first time in a long while, Old Master Yan looked visibly dazed.

Beside him, Yan Han glanced at Pei Lang—

And the corners of his lips curved slightly upward.

It was barely noticeable.

But Old Master Yan caught it immediately.

His sharp, calculating gaze shifted back to Pei Lang.

At first, he had only seen Pei Lang as a pawn.

But now—

Now, he was looking at him as if he were examining a priceless piece of jade.