Marrying the Male Lead’s Disabled Uncle – Chapter 50

Director Jin gave Pei Lang a few days off, but Pei Lang didn’t tell Yan Han immediately—he planned to return the next day.

After sending Lu Lu away, Pei Lang took a taxi back to his villa. On the way, he passed a bustling shopping street, got out of the car, and planned to buy some gifts for Aunt Lin and Yan Han. But when he thought about it, Yan Han didn’t really need anything, so he ended up not buying anything for him.

He picked out a beautiful jade bracelet for Aunt Lin, got it nicely wrapped, and just as he was about to hail another cab, he ran into someone he had absolutely no desire to see. His mood was already sour from dealing with the male lead whose character arc had collapsed. And ever since the system said the plot had deviated, Pei Lang had disliked Yan Xiuyuan even more.

Yan Xiuyuan still carried himself with arrogance, though it was more like the puffed-up front of a paper tiger. His eyes were filled with unease. “What a coincidence. You’re here too?”

It was awkward for Yan Xiuyuan to initiate a conversation with someone he used to look down on, but he couldn’t bear to just let Pei Lang walk away. Now, every glimpse he got of Pei Lang felt precious. Although he still sneered at Pei Lang’s behavior and felt he didn’t deserve him, deep down, he had already started thinking of Pei Lang as his possession.

Even if this person was trash, he should still be his trash.

But now that “trash” had been picked up by someone else, polished into a treasure, and taken away—it created a gaping hole in his chest. That loss gnawed at him, and resentment slowly shifted into possessiveness. When a sliver of affection was born in that possessiveness, fear followed close behind.

He feared the humiliation of chasing someone he’d once trampled.
He feared failure.
He feared he wouldn’t be able to get him back.

His pride told him it was shameful to lower himself before Pei Lang. But his heart? It screamed at him to do it. So in the end, a tiny bit of affection dragged him to stand in front of Pei Lang, pretending to “bump into him by chance,” even though he had planned it thoroughly.

If Pei Lang didn’t already know, he might’ve thought this was just another trap.

But ever since the system showed up and clearly spelled out Yan Xiuyuan’s intentions, Pei Lang knew exactly what was going on—Yan Xiuyuan had come because he liked him.

“What a coincidence, dear nephew,” Pei Lang said lazily through his sunglasses and mask. His half-lidded gaze held a relaxed charm.

“What did you just call me?” Yan Xiuyuan’s expression darkened, clearly displeased.

“I said ‘nephew,’ didn’t I? I married your uncle. By seniority, that makes you my dear eldest nephew,” Pei Lang replied, his eyes curving in feigned innocence.

A vein pulsed at Yan Xiuyuan’s temple as he clenched his fists and tried hard to suppress his anger. “Do you really like him?”

A person he once despised had now not only stolen the spotlight but was also legally considered his elder. Every word Pei Lang said just made him want to punch a wall.

“Isn’t that obvious? Why else would I marry him if I didn’t like him?” Pei Lang replied naturally. “What’s wrong, don’t like calling me ‘uncle’ all of a sudden?”

Pei Lang saw through him instantly and said with a smirk, “But rules are rules. Our country values seniority. I may only be a year or two older than you, but by title, I’m still your elder. My husband told me to call you whatever you call him. So, good nephew, let me hear it—call me uncle.”

“You actually call him ‘husband’?” Yan Xiuyuan’s anger exploded, latching onto that one word.

Pei Lang gave him a puzzled look. “We’re married. If I don’t call him husband, what should I call him? Sweetheart? Ew, no thanks—that’s way too cheesy.”

So calling him “husband” wasn’t cheesy!?

Pei Lang was an actor. He knew exactly how to perform—how to provoke Yan Xiuyuan, how to push his buttons, and most importantly, how to get him to give up and marry Pei Ziqing. That was the only way to complete the mission.

What he didn’t realize, however, was that his words were triggering something much deeper in Yan Xiuyuan.

Yan Xiuyuan had been raised since childhood to be dignified, restrained, and well-mannered. He did his best to show that on the surface. But the darkness buried deep inside him—his suppressed desires—were now rising up in waves because of Pei Lang.

In front of Pei Lang, he completely lost control.

Just like Pei Lang had said—he really was a beast.

“I won’t allow you to call him that!” Yan Xiuyuan roared, suddenly grabbing Pei Lang by the wrist.

“Yan Xiuyuan, what the hell are you doing? Let me go! Don’t make me fight you!” Pei Lang’s wrist hurt from how tightly it was being gripped. If there weren’t people around and if he didn’t care about getting caught in another scandal, he would’ve pulled off his sunglasses and beaten this so-called “nephew” to a pulp.

“Shut up!” Yan Xiuyuan dragged him to a nearby car, shoved him inside, climbed in after him, locked the doors, and ignored Pei Lang’s slaps against the window.

Only after a while did Yan Xiuyuan calm down. Pei Lang, tired of pounding the glass, gave up. He sat in silence, staring coldly at Yan Xiuyuan. Once he took off his sunglasses and mask, their faces were mere inches apart—and only then did Yan Xiuyuan realize just how devastatingly attractive Pei Lang was, both from afar and up close.

Why hadn’t he noticed before?

He regretted it deeply and had a strong urge to take Pei Lang away forever. But… what about his uncle? What about his grandfather?

Now that they’d both calmed down, Pei Lang narrowed his eyes at him. “Okay, now tell me—what exactly are you trying to do by dragging me into your car?”

What was he trying to do?

Yan Xiuyuan didn’t even know himself.

He had simply lost it. The moment he heard Pei Lang call Yan Han “husband” so intimately, a switch flipped in his brain. He was overwhelmed with fury and had to drag him away. But now, sitting here, reality was dawning—and he felt trapped again.

Pei Lang had completely taken control of the situation, and he’d lost the initiative.

Yan Xiuyuan wasn’t someone who beat around the bush. When he hated Pei Lang, he made it obvious, both to him and to Pei Ziqing. So now that he liked him, he thought it would be just as simple. He even bribed an unremarkable staff member from the crew to find out Pei Lang wasn’t filming today—and followed him all the way from the crew hotel to here.

“Pei Lang, congratulations on your success.” Yan Xiuyuan said nervously, but what came out of his mouth was unbelievably stupid. “All your efforts finally paid off. You pestered me, pretended to ignore me, and even married my uncle just to get under my skin. I have to admit, your playing-hard-to-get tactic really worked. I like you. Be with me.”

Pei Lang had already mentally prepared himself for this moment.

But hearing it out loud still made him laugh.

He was so angry… that he laughed.

And then Pei Lang actually slapped Yan Xiuyuan across the face—quite hard too, leaving behind five vivid claw marks.

“You and Pei Ziqing are engaged. He’s your fiancé. I may not like to admit it, but I am his older brother. So if he calls me ‘Brother,’ then you ought to call me that too. I married your uncle and got a marriage certificate. No matter how you look at it, I’m your elder. Yan Xiuyuan, are you trying to commit treason?”

Yan Xiuyuan gritted his teeth. He wanted to strangle Pei Lang then and there, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. “How dare you hit me?!”

“I’m disciplining you on behalf of the Yan family.”

“It’s not your place to teach me a lesson!” Yan Xiuyuan’s eyes burned with fury. His teeth clenched so tightly it hurt. “Don’t be so ungrateful! Everyone knows how hard you chased me in the beginning. I was willing to lower myself and come find you because I still liked you! There’s a limit to playing hard to get—take it too far, and you’ll just look stupid!”

Pei Lang suppressed the fire rising in his chest. He smiled coldly and curled his finger at Yan Xiuyuan. “Come here.”

Yan Xiuyuan: See? I knew he still liked me. As long as I turn around, he’ll throw himself into my arms.

Wearing a smug look on his red and swollen face, Yan Xiuyuan leaned over.

He had carefully dressed up today in a sleek suit. Yan Xiuyuan was a very handsome man. If his character hadn’t collapsed, Pei Lang might have appreciated his looks.

“Isn’t it hot wearing all that?” Pei Lang said as he hooked a slender finger under Yan Xiuyuan’s tie. Watching the younger man’s Adam’s apple bob nervously, Pei Lang nearly laughed out loud. “How about I help you loosen a couple buttons?”

Pei Lang’s beauty was lethal up close. No one could resist it. Yan Xiuyuan froze, utterly captivated.

Pei Lang pulled off his tie and casually laid it on his lap. Then, with both hands, he slowly began to unbutton his shirt. First one button… then his fingers slid to the second. Yan Xiuyuan’s breathing quickened; his Adam’s apple bobbed faster. His chest itched with desire—he wanted to pull Pei Lang into his arms right now.

But just as Pei Lang reached the second button, his hand suddenly slid up to Yan Xiuyuan’s shoulder, then down his arm to his wrist. Before Yan Xiuyuan could react, Pei Lang grabbed the tie and, with a few swift, practiced moves, tied his wrists together. The binding was tight and cleverly done—it was impossible to break free.

Yan Xiuyuan realized too late that he’d been tricked. He struggled angrily, trying to use brute force to overpower Pei Lang.

But Pei Lang had already snatched up the car keys, unlocked the doors, and opened one.

“You’re irresponsible, arrogant, and emotionally feral. Yan Xiuyuan, in what universe do you compare to my husband?”

Pei Lang had martial arts skills. Yan Xiuyuan never had a chance in a fight to begin with. Now with his hands tied, he couldn’t even flail properly. He could only sit there, glaring at Pei Lang with a red, furious face.

“He’s a cripple! Just a useless disabled man!” Yan Xiuyuan roared. “I can make sure he never stands again! And I can make you just like him!”

If you become crippled too, what can you do to stop me?

“…What did you say?” Pei Lang’s expression changed. “What do you mean, you’ll make sure he never stands again?”

Yan Xiuyuan panicked and shut up.

For a moment, Pei Lang really wondered—was Yan Han’s leg injury somehow related to Yan Xiuyuan?

Back in the original novel, it was only mentioned in passing: Yan Han was injured because of Bai Yueguang. But what if there was more to it?

Maybe Yan Xiuyuan was just lashing out in anger. Still, Pei Lang narrowed his eyes coldly. “There is zero possibility between us. Stop pestering me like a piece of clingy trash. I’m not afraid of you.”

He tossed Yan Xiuyuan’s phone onto the passenger seat, slammed the door, and locked it—leaving Yan Xiuyuan without even a way to call for help.

Only then did Pei Lang walk away, satisfied.

His good mood had been completely ruined by Yan Xiuyuan. He sighed and called Aunt Lin, saying he wanted to come home for dinner. Aunt Lin was overjoyed and immediately went out to buy fresh groceries. Pei Lang’s mood improved a little.

Still, Yan Xiuyuan was more emotionally unstable than he’d expected. It looked like he’d have to switch tactics—starting with Pei Ziqing if he wanted to play matchmaker.

Back in the car, Yan Xiuyuan watched Pei Lang’s figure grow smaller and smaller as he walked away. Eventually, he hailed a taxi home, his expression twisted with conflicted emotions. He hated Pei Lang. He loved Pei Lang.

Pei Lang underestimated one thing: Even without his phone, Yan Xiuyuan still had a mouth. He activated the voice assistant on the car’s AI system and used voice commands to call for help.

A subordinate quickly arrived and opened the car door, only to find Yan Xiuyuan inside, his face red and swollen, wrists tied, unable to move. He nearly called the police on the spot to investigate who had attacked the young master.

But before he could even dial, Yan Xiuyuan exploded at him—venting all the rage and humiliation he had suffered at Pei Lang’s hands.