MMLDU Chapter 48

In the end, Ye Momo finally confessed the truth of the matter.

She really disliked Pei Lang, but she didn’t have enough courage. Not long ago, someone from Pei Ziqing’s side found her and offered her many benefits, with the condition that she would dig up dirt on Pei Lang in the film crew. Since she had interacted with Pei Lang a fair amount due to Liu Ran’s connections, Ye Momo agreed.

Pei Ziqing promised that even if some dirt on Pei Lang was exposed, no one would stand by his side. And if something really went wrong, Pei Ziqing would help her.

So, the timid Ye Momo, with support and security, did this under the temptation of profit. To be honest, Pei Lang was meticulous in his work in the crew. Her task had made no progress. Finally, when the three actors gathered together, she found an opportunity.

Pei Lang didn’t make things difficult for Ye Momo but handed her over to Liu Ran.

Liu Ran asked her to apologize to Pei Lang and post an explanation to clear his name. Of course, she was fired.

Once the article was posted, her assistant career would be completely ruined—no actor would hire a backstabber like her. She was unwilling to post it, nor did she dare.

Pei Lang’s loyal fans were almost nonexistent, but the two main characters’ fans were not to be underestimated. This matter affected Zhong Yixiao and Liu Ran. Once admitted, not only would her career be at risk, but she might also face attacks from the lead actors’ fans.

However, this was not a matter of willingness. It wasn’t just her apologizing; Liu Ran himself had to step forward and clarify the situation, although he didn’t mention Pei Ziqing. That was someone he dared not mention, as she was Yan Xiuyuan’s fiance.

After the two of them left, Pei Lang returned to his room. Yan Han had not hung up the phone. Their conversation had been entirely overheard.

Pei Lang sighed. “Did you already know it was Pei Ziqing who did it?”

That’s why he made him keep guessing.

“Not only did I know, I also have enough evidence.”

The evidence that Ye Momo had planned, including their chat records and such, which she thought had been thoroughly deleted, was all still in Yan Han’s computer. Once exposed, it would be concrete proof. “Do you need me to do anything?”

Pei Lang thought for a moment. The matter had already been settled and the heat had finally died down. Exposing Pei Ziqing now would only cause more suffering for the crew. The filming was still in a critical phase. The trouble caused by his own issues had already been quite a lot.

What was important was that he had other uses for this evidence. “Let’s let this matter pass. Can you give me those things?”

“Of course.” Within five minutes, the organized files were sent over. Pei Lang received and saved them.

“Aren’t you going to ask me what I need them for?” Pei Lang lightly laughed. According to Yan Han’s style, he would definitely use this opportunity to strike Pei Ziqing hard, rather than trying to settle things quietly.

“You have other plans.” Yan Han immediately guessed it. Pei Lang chuckled, and Yan Han bluntly said, “How long are you going to keep calling me ‘you’?”

Although the word “husband” had become easier to say, it still felt awkward the first time he said it on the phone. He couldn’t call him “Mr. Yan”, so Pei Lang simply didn’t address him at all. He just spoke directly, which was fine too.

Yan Han was dissatisfied, his cold demeanor and stiff tone showing his slight childish frustration. “I’ve always been helping you because I consider you family. So that word—am I not worthy of them?”

“…” Wasn’t it because of your father that I called you that? It has nothing to do with whether you’re worthy or not. Well, he probably just wanted me to say it more, so it wouldn’t feel awkward in front of his father. “How could it be? Husband, you’re joking.”

When Pei Lang said “husband”, his voice sounded particularly pleasant. Yan Han liked it a lot.

On the other end of the line, the person sitting at his desk had secretly blushed. “Don’t make me remind you again, take the initiative. Our contract has only been half a year.”

“Got it.”

—

After this event, Pei Lang’s world finally became peaceful. No one was causing trouble, no dirt was being exposed, and his days were filled with filming seriously and chatting with Yan Han, living a life of good food and drink.

His filming had passed halfway. During the night of Wen Yan and Qin Junru’s wedding, Qin Junru secretly stole the antidote and gave it to Fu Zhixing. After the wedding, just before entering the bridal chamber, the two escaped together.

It was soon discovered, and the people of the Demon Sect surrounded them. Qin Junru and Fu Zhixing were determined to face death together. Escaping the Demon Sect was difficult, and separating them was even harder. Even if they had to die, they wanted to die together.

Angered to the point of fury, Wen Yan dismissed the others and decided to handle the situation alone.

Fu Zhixing had just detoxified. His strength had not fully recovered. Qin Junru was no match for him either. With Wen Yan blinded by rage, no one could stand in his way. The two of them struggled to fend off Wen Yan while attempting to flee downhill. The Demon Sect was not one that could simply come and go at will. With no way to retreat, they had no choice but to escape to the back mountain.

Although the back mountain was within the Demon Sect’s territory, it was little explored. The mountain paths were rugged and the forest was dense. Not only would one get lost in the night, but even during the day, one could easily find themselves disoriented, never knowing where their next step would lead them.

“Come back with me. Tonight’s events will be forgiven. As the young master, I will spare Fu Zhixing’s life.” Wen Yan, dressed in a blood-red wedding gown, his red jewel-studded hairpin and ribbons billowing, his disheveled hair brushing against his enraged eyes, spoke with defiance. Proud, imperious, and yet sorrowful and reluctant, he knew that both of them had already ceased to care about life or death, yet he still made the proposition.

As expected, no response came.

Speaking another word would only deplete the energy they needed to escape. It was either death together or escape together.

“We have already held our wedding ceremony, we are married. Even if you die, I will bury you in my domain. Qin Junru, you are already my wife! How dare you leave me!” With a forceful push against the branches, Wen Yan closed the gap. As they raced forward, they came upon a flat area of around twenty meters in diameter, where the view suddenly opened up.

This was not a good sign.

The path behind them was a dead end. There were cliffs to the left, right, and ahead. Qin Junru knew all too well that she had thoroughly angered Wen Yan this time. If they were caught and taken back, she would never see her Elder Brother Fu again, and her fate would be worse than death.

The dead-end forced them to halt. With just one glance, they exchanged understanding. Faced with death, they stood tall and unwavering, drawing their weapons, both pointing their swords at Wen Yan, who had arrived almost simultaneously with them.

The battle was about to erupt. Wen Yan, who had only intended to capture them and torture them slowly, did not use lethal force. On the other hand, their every move was aimed at striking for the kill. Unfortunately, one of them had poor martial arts and the other had only just begun recovering from the poison, with only a fraction of their strength. Neither was a match for Wen Yan.

Dealing with the two of them was as easy as handling two ants who didn’t know their own mortality.

Knowing they were no match for Wen Yan, but not wanting to make it easy for him, Fu Zhixing took out the poison powder he had prepared in advance. Seizing the opportunity, he threw it into Wen Yan’s eyes. A sharp pain surged and Wen Yan’s vision immediately blurred. Wen Yan, gritting his teeth against the pain, forced his eyes open, watching in agony as they jumped down the cliff, hands clasped.

“Don’t!!” Qin Junru would rather die than become his wife.

Wen Yan’s eyes throbbed with pain, but his heart ached even more. He rushed to the edge of the cliff to grab them, but all he managed to catch was a golden hairpin from Qin Junru’s head. It was a headpiece he had specially crafted for her for their wedding.

With one final glance at the hairpin, his vision completely went dark.

The path through the back mountain was unfamiliar to his subordinates, and they had already been left far behind. Wen Yan’s eyes, untreated in time, worsened. Despite hastily swallowing an antidote from his robe in his sorrow, it had no effect. By the time his subordinates found him and brought him back, the poison had already entered his meridians. Blindness was inevitable.

The Demon Sect had extensive knowledge of poisons. While poisons could be cured, it required time.

How long the recovery would take remained unknown.

…

“Teacher Pei, your performance was amazing just now! Director Jin couldn’t stop smiling,” the makeup artist praised while removing his makeup.

The scene had been exhausting. Once it was over, Pei Lang just wanted to get out of the heavy costume, remove his makeup, and head back to the hotel for a good bath.

“Yeah, the performance was so good, I almost wanted to abandon the male lead,” Liu Ran joked while also removing her makeup.

Pei Lang portrayed his character with depth. Wen Yan was a complex role—bad, but not purely evil; good, but not overly kind. His gaze and his fight scenes had been impeccable from the start. He executed every move taught by the martial arts director flawlessly, even adding his own techniques based on his martial arts skills, making it both true to the character and highly visually engaging.

His eye acting was absolutely masterful—anger, unwillingness, hatred, all layered in a way that he fully controlled. Especially the scene where his eyes were sprinkled with poison powder and he gradually went blind; his expression was filled with sorrow, yet still arrogant and defiant. But his eyes, bit by bit, visibly dimmed, until they became hollow, lacking focus.

“Stay alert, we’re enemies,” Pei Lang, the first to finish removing his makeup, laughed as he roared in response to Liu Ran’s joke, causing everyone to burst into laughter.

“Do you two have time later? Let’s grab a meal together,” Zhong Yixiao invited. This time, he was clever and invited Liu Ran as well.

“I’ll treat. The issue with the assistant caused trouble for the two of you, so this is my way of apologizing.” Liu Ran picked up the conversation. “You two can order whatever you want. Once you’ve decided, I’ll have my new assistant book the reservation.”

Liu Ran inserted herself into the conversation, leaving little room for rejection.

When Pei Lang heard they could order anything, his eyes lit up. Zhong Yixiao noticed. “Pei Lang, you decide. You’re the biggest victim here, we’ll go with whatever you choose.”

Since Liu Ran was treating, Lu Lu certainly couldn’t stop them.

“Hotpot!” The hot weather couldn’t dampen his love for hotpot. Paired with cold beer, that was true enjoyment. “I know a place that’s popular with many artists, and the reviews are great.”

“Are you talking about ‘Spicy Heaven’? A senior recommended it to me, but sadly, I haven’t had a chance to go because I have to watch my figure,” Liu Ran, unlike Pei Lang, had a tendency to gain weight easily and was extremely strict with her diet. Many foods were off-limits for her.

“Then let’s go there.” Zhong Yixiao finished removing his makeup, his hair now looking much fresher. He stood up to change clothes.

Pei Lang was almost done as well; the guys’ hair was easier to remove than the girls’.

“We’ve been working so hard tonight, our stamina’s been drained. It’s fine to eat a bit more, don’t worry,” Pei Lang reassured, concerned that Liu Ran might have hesitations.

“Alright, you go change. I’ll have the assistant make the reservation.”

After confirming the address, Pei Lang went to change into his own clothes, finally feeling much cooler.

---