Marrying the Male Lead’s Disabled Uncle – Chapter 48

Finally, Ye Momo confessed everything.

She did hate Pei Lang, but she wasn’t bold enough to do anything on her own. Not long ago, someone from Pei Ziqing’s side approached her with a generous offer—so long as she could dig up dirt on Pei Lang within the crew. Because she worked closely with Liu Ran, and had more opportunities to interact with Pei Lang, Ye Momo agreed.

Pei Ziqing had promised her that even if something came to light, no one would take Pei Lang’s side. And if anything went wrong, Pei Ziqing would back her up.

So, with that reassurance and the temptation of personal gain, the timid Ye Momo felt emboldened. Yet, the problem was that Pei Lang conducted himself flawlessly in the crew. She couldn’t find anything to use against him, and time passed with no progress. Pei Ziqing grew impatient and pressed her for results—until finally, she saw her chance during the small gathering of the three actors.

Pei Lang didn’t give Ye Momo a hard time. He left her to Liu Ran’s judgment.

Liu Ran made her apologize and demanded that she post a statement clarifying the truth and clearing Pei Lang’s name. Naturally, she was fired.

Once her statement went public, her career as an assistant would be over. No celebrity would hire someone who had betrayed their trust. Ye Momo didn’t want to post the statement—but at the same time, she was too scared not to.

Pei Lang didn’t have many loyal fans, but both leading actors did, and their fans were not the forgiving type. This incident had dragged both of them into controversy. If Ye Momo confessed and named names, she could face a devastating backlash—not just from netizens, but from the fandoms.

Still, the choice wasn’t really hers to make anymore.

Not only did she apologize, but Liu Ran herself also stepped forward and clarified the situation. However, she did not mention Pei Ziqing—not because she wanted to protect him, but because she was too afraid. After all, Pei Ziqing was Yan Xiuyuan’s fiancée.

Once they left, Pei Lang returned to his room. Yan Han hadn’t hung up; he had heard everything from beginning to end.

Pei Lang sighed. “So… you already knew Pei Ziqing was behind it?”

Which explained why Yan Han made him guess earlier.

“Not only did I know,” Yan Han said, “I already have all the evidence.”

He had gathered proof of Ye Momo’s plan, including their chat history and other details that were supposedly deleted. All of it was safely stored on Yan Han’s computer. Once made public, it would be irrefutable.

“Is there anything you want me to do with it?” Yan Han asked.

Pei Lang thought it over. The scandal had been resolved and public attention was finally settling down. If they exposed Pei Ziqing now, it would only stir up more drama and hurt the crew. The filming stage was at a critical point, and Pei Lang didn’t want to cause more problems.

Besides, he had his own plans for that evidence.

“Let’s let this one go for now. Can you send me the files instead?”

“Of course.” Less than five minutes later, the files—neatly organized—arrived in Pei Lang’s inbox. He downloaded and saved them.

“Aren’t you curious what I plan to do with them?” Pei Lang chuckled. Based on Yan Han’s style, he would usually take this chance to deal a heavy blow. Peace was rarely his approach.

“You must have your own reasons,” Yan Han replied calmly.

Pei Lang laughed again. Yan Han, however, wasn’t satisfied. “And how much longer are you going to keep calling me ‘you’?”

Pei Lang had been avoiding directly addressing him. The word “husband” was starting to sound more natural, but it still felt awkward over the phone. He couldn’t call him “Mr. Yan” either, so he’d opted for just speaking plainly.

But Yan Han wasn’t letting that slide. The overbearing, thirty-something CEO with a cold voice now sounded vaguely aggrieved. “I’ve been helping you because I consider you family. Don’t I deserve to hear those two words?”

“…Didn’t you make me call you that because of your father?” Pei Lang grumbled in his heart. Still, he knew Yan Han was probably doing this so that he’d be more natural when they were in front of Old Master Yan. Whatever. Just two words—it wouldn’t kill him.

“How could that be? You’re teasing me again, husband,” Pei Lang said sweetly.

Yan Han’s ears turned red immediately. Hearing that word in Pei Lang’s pleasant voice was pure bliss.

Flustered, Yan Han picked at something on his desk, cheeks flushed. “Don’t wait for me to remind you every time. Be proactive. Our contract’s still got half a year to go.”

“Got it.”

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After this incident, peace finally returned to Pei Lang’s world. No more troublemakers, no new scandals. Every day was dedicated to serious filming, light banter with Yan Han, and living a life of good food and drink.

His scenes were more than halfway done. The current plot was the wedding night of Wen Yan and Qin Junru. But Qin Junru had secretly stolen the antidote beforehand and passed it to Fu Zhixing. Right after the wedding ceremony, the two escaped together before the bridal chamber.

They were quickly discovered, and the Demon Cult’s people gave chase. Qin Junru and Fu Zhixing were ready to die—they knew it was nearly impossible to escape the cult. But even in death, they would not be separated.

Wen Yan was livid. He dismissed all his subordinates and decided to handle it personally.

Fu Zhixing had just been cured of the poison and had yet to fully recover. Qin Junru wasn’t strong enough to stand up to Wen Yan. Furious and relentless, Wen Yan pushed them down the mountain. The Demon Cult was not a place one could simply come and go, so the couple fled into the rear mountain.

The back mountain was technically Demon Cult territory, but it was mostly uncharted terrain. The paths were treacherous and densely wooded. Even during the day, it was easy to get lost, let alone at night.

“Come back with me. I’ll forget what happened tonight—and I’ll spare Fu Zhixing’s life,” Wen Yan pleaded.

He was dressed in blood-red wedding robes, with a jade hairpiece and fluttering headband. His hair was messy, his eyes bloodshot, his voice hoarse and anguished. He knew the couple no longer feared death—but he still tried to bargain.

Unsurprisingly, there was no reply.

Every word they spoke drained energy they needed to escape. At this point, it was either die together or flee together.

“We’re already married! You’re my wife now! Even if you die, I’ll bury you on my land! Qin Junru—how dare you leave me!” Wen Yan shouted, pushing off the branches as he chased them through the woods.

He suddenly broke through the dense foliage into a small clearing about 20 meters wide. The view opened up around him—and that was not a good sign.

The path behind them was a dead end. Cliffs loomed to the left, right, and front. Qin Junru knew she had completely enraged Wen Yan this time. If she were captured, she would never see her elder brother Fu again—and a fate worse than death awaited her.

Forced to stop by the dead end, she and Fu Zhixing exchanged a glance. Without speaking, they understood each other. Even in the face of death, they stood proud and unyielding. They drew their weapons and pointed their swords at Wen Yan, who arrived just moments after them.

The final battle was about to begin.

Wen Yan had originally planned to capture Fu Zhixing and slowly torture him—he didn’t intend to kill right away. But the attacks that came from the couple were all lethal strikes. Unfortunately, one of them was weak in martial arts, and the other had only just recovered from poisoning and hadn’t regained more than 20% of his strength. The two were no match for Wen Yan.

Taking them down was as easy as crushing two clueless ants.

Knowing they couldn’t win but unwilling to let Wen Yan have his way, Fu Zhixing seized an opportunity. He took out a packet of poison powder he’d prepared in advance and flung it into Wen Yan’s eyes.

A stabbing pain surged through him—his vision went blurry.

Through the haze of pain, Wen Yan could only watch helplessly as the two clasped hands and leapt off the cliff.

“No!!” he roared.

Qin Junru would rather die than be his wife.

His eyes burned, but his heart ached even more. Staggering to the edge, Wen Yan reached out—only to grab a single golden pearl hairpin from Qin Junru’s head. It was the hairpin he had designed and crafted for her wedding.

That was the last thing he saw before complete darkness claimed him.

His subordinates were unfamiliar with the terrain and had fallen far behind. By the time they caught up and brought Wen Yan back, the poison had already spread through his meridians. Although he had immediately swallowed a detoxification pill, it was too late. Blindness was unavoidable.

The Demon Cult was well-versed in poisons. It wasn’t that the poison was incurable—it just required time.

But no one knew how long recovery would take.

…

“Teacher Pei, your performance just now was absolutely stunning! Director Jin couldn’t stop smiling,” the makeup artist gushed as she removed his makeup.

The scene had been incredibly demanding. Now that it was over, all Pei Lang wanted was to shed his heavy costume, wash off the makeup, and return to the hotel for a long bath.

“Yeah,” Liu Ran chimed in with a laugh as her own makeup was being removed. “Your acting was so good, I nearly forgot the male lead existed.”

Pei Lang had brought the character of Wen Yan to life with remarkable depth. Wen Yan was a morally complex figure—shaped by his environment, neither entirely good nor wholly evil. His eyes and his fighting scenes were perfect. He completed every move the martial arts choreographer had taught him, and even improvised additional ones thanks to his martial arts background. It all fit the character seamlessly and added to the visual impact.

But what truly stunned everyone was his eye acting. He conveyed anger, resentment, heartbreak—each emotion layered and distinct. As his vision faded from the poison, the sorrow and rage on his face gradually gave way to emptiness. His eyes dulled visibly until they lost all focus.

“Wake up, we’re enemies,” Pei Lang quipped in response to Liu Ran’s teasing. He was the first to finish removing his makeup and cracked a grin, earning laughter from the entire room.

“Do you two have time later?” Zhong Yixiao popped in with an invitation. “Let’s have dinner together.”

This time, he was smart enough to include Liu Ran in the invitation.

“I’ll treat,” Liu Ran said, stepping in. “The whole assistant mess dragged you both into trouble. This is my apology. Order anything you want—I’ll have my new assistant reserve a table.”

Now that Liu Ran had joined in, there was no way Pei Lang could refuse.

His eyes lit up at the mention of food, and Zhong Yixiao saw it. “Teacher Pei, you get to choose. You were the biggest victim in all this—we’ll go wherever you want.”

Since Liu Ran was footing the bill, Lu Lu couldn’t object either.

“Hotpot!” Pei Lang declared immediately. No amount of heat could kill his love for hotpot. Paired with some cold beer—it was true bliss. “I know a place a lot of celebrities go to. It has great reviews.”

“You mean that spicy place?” Liu Ran asked. “One of my seniors recommended it to me, but I’ve never been. I have to watch my weight.”

She wasn’t as lucky as Pei Lang—her body gained weight easily, and she had to be extremely picky about food. There were so many things she could only look at but not eat.

“Then that’s the place.” Zhong Yixiao had freshened up and stood to change his clothes.

Pei Lang’s makeup and hair were almost done too—boys were always faster to clean up.

“We fought so long tonight and used up so much energy,” Pei Lang added with a grin. “It’s fine to eat a bit more. Don’t worry.”

“Alright then. Go change—I’ll have my assistant book us a table in advance.”

After confirming the location, Pei Lang changed into his own clothes. The moment he did, he felt so much cooler and more relaxed.