MMLDU Chapter 54

After eating, Yan Han was called away by his father, though Pei Lang didn’t know what for.

Pei Lang was left facing Yan Xiuyuan in the hall. The way Yan Xiuyuan was looking at him was strange and made him uncomfortable.

Yan Xiuyuan always deliberately sat too close to Pei Lang, despite the wide sofa. Old Master Yan preferred peace and quiet. The old house didn’t have many servants—just a few, each minding their own business and not paying attention to family matters.

“Did you really do it last night?” Yan Xiuyuan wanted to hear Pei Lang admit it with his own words before believing it.

When it was just the two of them, Pei Lang didn’t need to hold back his temper. His expression turned cold. “I didn’t know you had a hobby of prying into other people’s business. Are you trying to learn something? I hope not, because you and Pei Ziqing aren’t having trouble in bed, are you?”

Pei Lang pretended to be surprised. Yan Xiuyuan gritted his teeth. “We’re fine. Ziqing is very eager in bed.” The topic was successfully derailed. Yan Xiuyuan corrected himself viciously. “I used to think Uncle was a saint, but it turns out he’s just as hypocritical as his mother. Even with his legs injured, he still can’t control his third leg. You’re all so desperate, can’t even hold back for one night. This is Grandpa’s house.”

“But it’s also his house,” Pei Lang couldn’t stand hearing Yan Xiuyuan bad-mouth Yan Han. His boss was so kind and lovely, though his expression was a bit sour—it was still a hundred times better than Yan Xiuyuan. “What do you mean, just like his mother? Are you really that noble? You’re engaged to Pei Ziqing, yet here you are talking to me like that. Don’t you feel disgusting?”

“You think I’m disgusting? You’re not any better. While pursuing me, you secretly married Uncle. How clean are you?” Yan Xiuyuan was getting more irritated.

“Do you really not know whether I’m clean or not?” Pei Lang wasn’t one to lose a fight when arguing. “Aren’t those scandals of mine all your doing? I never hooked up with several men at the same time. If I weren’t clean, would you have gone to such lengths to photoshop and spread rumors? You probably would’ve gathered proof and tried to ruin me by now. But the things you’re doing now are disgusting. That lunch was so delicious, you better disappear quickly before I throw it all up. How tragic would that be?”

Pei Lang was right. The original owner’s character wasn’t great, but his private life wasn’t chaotic, which was why Yan Xiuyuan couldn’t find any real dirt on him and had to resort to faking evidence.

Yan Xiuyuan was furious but couldn’t refute anything Pei Lang said.

“You like me now, don’t you?” Pei Lang asked again, his eyes soft and warm, his tone more gentle. Yan Xiuyuan’s anger was almost completely extinguished by the sudden shift.

He swallowed and nodded. “Yes.”

“How much do you like me?” Pei Lang asked again.

These words immediately gave Yan Xiuyuan hope, and he rushed to confess. “I’m sorry. I’ve been such a jerk before. I wasn’t human. I shouldn’t have ignored your feelings. By the time I came to my senses, you became my elder. I was so angry—angry that I was too late, angry that you didn’t hold on a little longer. That’s why I couldn’t help but argue with you. I really love you. Even though I’m engaged and you’re already married, if you’re willing to divorce, I’ll do anything to take you away. We can go anywhere. I can give up the Yan family.”

After hearing all this, Pei Lang didn’t feel a bit moved; in fact, his feelings were quite complicated.

What Yan Xiuyuan said couldn’t be trusted, but it also proved that making him give up was a little difficult.

Pei Lang sighed deeply. Under Yan Xiuyuan’s nervous and hopeful gaze, he raised his hand and patted Yan Xiuyuan’s head. His hair was stiff, and it felt unpleasant. “Nephew, you’re stubborn and won’t listen to anything. I’ve never loved you. Even if you now like me, it’s one-sided. That’s my misfortune, my burden. You and Pei Ziqing are destined to be together. I advise you to stop this. Marry him properly, or else…”

Pei Lang took out his phone and showed Yan Xiuyuan the recording he had just made. “My marriage with your uncle was arranged by your grandfather. If your grandfather finds out about this, do you think you’ll get away unscathed?”

Yan Xiuyuan’s face turned pale with anger, realizing he had been tricked.

Pei Lang changed the subject smoothly. “Of course, your grandfather’s health isn’t great. I won’t show him this recording. Instead, I’ll give it to your uncle so he can educate you, you unfilial nephew.”

“You…” Yan Xiuyuan was furious but didn’t dare to speak. At this moment, Yan Han came downstairs with a neutral expression.

Pei Lang quietly said to Yan Xiuyuan, “By the way, last night it was me who took the initiative. My relationship with your uncle is also very harmonious. My dear nephew, please don’t pry into our private matters anymore.” This was a subtle boast, and it successfully made Yan Xiu Yuan furious, his vision going black.

After Yan Han came downstairs, he glanced at Yan Xiuyuan who looked upset, and then took Pei Lang with him to leave. Su Jia was already waiting outside. They got in the car to head home. Along the way, Pei Lang noticed that Yan Han seemed a bit down, and wondered what had happened between him and his father. He didn’t dare to ask.

When they got to the villa, Su Jia went to the company, leaving Yan Han at home.

Pei Lang went back to his room to rest. After a while, Yan Han knocked on the door.

Pei Lang: “What’s wrong?”

Yan Han: “It’s just… Yan Xiuyuan must be sick, right?”

Pei Lang: “Ah!?”

Pei Lang didn’t immediately follow Yan Han’s train of thought.

Yan Han wasn’t stupid; he could tell that Yan Xiuyuan liked Pei Lang. He had originally planned to just let things go since they were all in the same household now. But the more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He couldn’t focus on his work in the study, so he stormed downstairs and blurted it out.

“Does he like you? Did he confess to you?” Yan Han asked angrily.

Pei Lang was surprised and quickly blurted out, “How did you know?” Fearing that Yan Han might misunderstand—though he wasn’t sure why he was worried about that—Pei Lang hurriedly explained, “I’ve already rejected him, and I don’t like him at all. I swear I will always defend you.”

It sounded a little odd, but it managed to calm Yan Han down. “If he dares to bother you again, just tell me. I’ll personally deal with him.”

“Okay.” Pei Lang agreed cheerfully, thinking that Yan Han would leave, but he didn’t seem to be leaving.

“Do you still have something to do?” Pei Lang asked.

Yan Han suddenly became nervous and coughed lightly. “You don’t like Yan Xiuyuan, so who do you like?”

“??” When did Mr. Yan become so curious? Though it felt a bit nosy, Pei Lang still answered seriously. “I haven’t met anyone I like yet. I’ll tell you when I do. What about you? Do you like anyone?”

Yan Han seemed displeased again. He stared at Pei Lang for a while before responding, “Yes, but he doesn’t know yet.”

“Really? Who is it?” Pei Lang asked, his eyes shining with excitement.

Oh, another potential couple to ship! Whoever catches Mr. Yan’s eye must be someone really exceptional.

To Yan Han’s surprise, Pei Lang’s response seemed to hurt him deeply. Hearing that Pei Lang was so happy about him liking someone else made Yan Han feel strangely hurt.

The little chibi on Yan Han’s shoulder was now surrounded by dark clouds, with rain pouring down. Pei Lang thought he was upset because of his secret crush, assuming that since Yan Han was so awkward, he probably had a hard time chasing people and had faced a lot of rejection.

My ship, I’ll protect it. Pei Lang thought to himself, then said, “Don’t worry, go ahead and pursue them. If you need, I can help explain our relationship to avoid any misunderstandings.”

So who is it? There’s not even a single clue. Could it be that the white moonlight has returned?

“Mr. Yan, even though I don’t have much experience with love, I’ve seen and acted in romantic dramas. If you don’t know how to confess or pursue someone, I can help.”

Yan Han helplessly declined. “No need. I have my own way.”

It was all learned from books. Pei Lang’s method and Qi Shaoheng’s were probably the same.

“Alright then. If you need help, I’m always here.”

Hearing Pei Lang say that, the little chibi on Yan Han’s shoulder was drenched even more, with lightning and thunder, nearly scaring the little fox nearby to death. Seeing Yan Han looking so pitiful, Pei Lang decided to help him.

“Would you like to come in and sit for a while? I can sing a song for you?” Pei Lang invited. Without hesitation, Yan Han entered. The singing equipment was complete, though not the best. Yan Han didn’t understand it much but took a picture and sent it to someone to purchase the best equipment.

Pei Lang didn’t know about this, but he picked up a guitar. “Sorry, I’m not very familiar with the current popular songs… cough cough… so I can’t let you pick a song.”

Songs from two worlds don’t connect. Pei Lang didn’t know many songs from this world, nor could he sing many of them.

“Just sing what you know, I’m not picky.” Yan Han responded.

Pei Lang’s voice sounded good no matter what he sang.

Since Yan Han said that, Pei Lang wasn’t worried. After going over it in his mind, he settled on a choice. “Then I’ll sing Tang Li Jian Xue. It’s someone else’s song, but I think it’s beautifully written. I hope you’ll like it.”

The stunning intro began. Yan Han immediately felt it was familiar, quickly recognizing it.

Pei Lang had played this song during filming. Director Jin had clipped it and sent it to Yan Han. It was an impressive piece. Yan Han often listened to it, so as soon as the intro played, he knew it.

He thought it was just an instrumental, but to his surprise, there were lyrics.

“The green carp comes, hearing the sound of the spring stream breaking.

The scent of the newly sprouted Chinese pear flowers.

As the early summer quietly passes, the new pears begin to droop.

Inviting the girl from the neighboring house to pick fruits and slowly return.

Last year’s branches still hold the delicate snow…”

The guitar performance matched the piano beautifully. With Pei Lang’s unique, soothing voice, it was simply a paradise for the ears. His voice was gentle yet powerful, clear and pure, with excellent singing technique and a beautiful song. His fingers danced over the chords, strumming and plucking in a way that was a delight to watch.

Yan Han seemed to be intoxicated, as Pei Lang’s voice was like a gentle fruit wine from summer—fragrant, slightly cool, clean, and harmless. It drew one in, slowly ensnaring them without them even realizing it, leaving them utterly drunk.

“Still fond of the season when dreams are entered with the words ‘Pillows surprise the swan.’

The candlelight is dim, but we can still chat through the night.

Early spring, late spring, the wine warms and the flowers deepen.

It’s as if a lifetime of heartache can only be solved by one person.

Year after year, flowers and algae under the eaves, making Tang Li Jian Xue.

From the first days of youth to the day when you and I shift to the edge of the sky.

The sky is clear, the rain has touched my collar.

A letter once a year, but only a few words appear…”

As the song ended, the guitar still played on. Pei Lang glanced at the little chibi representing Yan Han. The dark clouds above its head had dispersed. It happily rolled around with the little fox, looking much more cheerful. It seemed Yan Han’s mood had improved.

It turns out singing really works.

Pei Lang smiled gently, a smile so bright and dazzling that Yan Han’s heart was filled with possessiveness. At that moment, he only had one thought: Pei Lang was his, and no one else could take him away.

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