MMLDU Chapter 71

Pei Lang shoved a pile of books into a box and collapsed onto the sofa, panting from exhaustion. He couldn’t hide them all—there were just too many.

Taking advantage of Yan Han’s trip to the company, he gathered all the bizarre books and props scattered around the villa and locked them in the storage room, determined to keep them from ever seeing the light of day again.

It was all Qi Shaoheng’s fault. Who knew where that guy had found such ridiculous books and gifted them to Yan Han? Yan Han treated them like treasures, studying them diligently and applying the “knowledge” he learned to Pei Lang—leaving him both embarrassed and mortified. Pei Lang had protested vehemently. While other husbands might hide stashes of cash, Yan Han hoarded books. So Pei Lang had no choice but to seize the opportunity while Yan Han wasn’t home to lock them all away.

Every three days, he’d find enough to fill an entire box. Pei Lang was exasperated. Curiosity got the better of him, though, and he decided to see what was so captivating about these ridiculous books that Yan Han would rush home to read them. He randomly pulled one out to take a look.

The cover was plain and simple, featuring an illustration of two handsome anime-style men locked in an embrace.

With just a glance, Pei Lang could tell it was a love story between two men. Without any warning, he flipped to the first page—and froze. The explicit imagery made his hand tremble. Did it really have to be so intense? The opening scene was already a heated, full-color bedroom brawl, leaving an unforgettable impression.

“No wonder he’s been pestering me every night to try new positions instead of working properly…” Pei Lang muttered to himself. The mystery was solved. Bracing himself against the embarrassment, he read two pages, discovering it was a story about two men who started with physical intimacy and later developed feelings. The steamy scenes sent tingles down his spine, momentarily piquing his interest.

Startled, he snapped the book shut with a loud thud, tossed it back into the box, and hauled the whole thing to the storage room to lock it away. Even then, his heart took a while to calm down. But the more he thought about it, the more embarrassed—and annoyed—he felt. Unable to hold back, Pei Lang called Su Jia. When the call connected, he immediately asked for Qi Shaoheng. Coincidentally, the two were working together, and Su Jia handed over the phone.

“Here, the boss’s wife wants to talk to you.”

“Ah, the beauty wants me?” Qi Shaoheng’s eyes lit up, eagerly taking the phone. He was curious about why Pei Lang had sought him out. “Beauty Pei, what can I do for you?”

“Stop sending books. If I find any more, I’ll toss them without hesitation.” If Pei Lang had Qi Shaoheng’s number, he wouldn’t have bothered calling Su Jia first—he’d have gone straight to the source with this warning.

Qi Shaoheng chuckled mischievously. “Oh, come on~ I’m just helping you two out.”

“I don’t care what you’re trying to do. If you send another one, I’ll have him dock your salary. All it takes is a little pillow talk from me.”

Pei Lang’s threat didn’t faze Qi Shaoheng, who casually replied, “Alright, alright, I got it. No more books.”

Satisfied, Pei Lang hung up the phone, but the images from earlier lingered in his mind. In the end, he took a shower to clear his head and then threw himself into his music composition equipment, typing away at a new song to temporarily forget everything.

That afternoon, when Yan Han came home, he immediately abandoned his wheelchair and strode upstairs, bursting into the room. Pei Lang was sitting at the computer, fingers flying over the keyboard. Yan Han wasted no time, scooping him up and cradling him in his arms. “I don’t want to work anymore. I just want to stay with you every day.”

God knew how many times Yan Han had come home during a single workday. In the morning, he’d dawdle endlessly before leaving. At noon, he’d return home for lunch, stay for a few hours, and reluctantly drag himself back to the office. Before the workday even ended, he’d rush back again. He didn’t remotely resemble a busy CEO running a major company.

“Get a grip! You’re the boss. If you don’t work, the company will fall into chaos,” Pei Lang scolded.

“I’ll miss you,” Yan Han murmured. Dissatisfied with just holding Pei Lang in his arms, he carried him to the bed and leaned over, pinning him beneath his weight. “I’ve finished planning our trip. Let’s go abroad for vacation.”

“When are we leaving?”

“The day after tomorrow.”

This trip had been agreed upon earlier. Since Yan Han’s legs were fully recovered, traveling abroad was now feasible. It was also convenient because their notoriety was much lower overseas, allowing them to relax without the need to hide their identities too much.

The company was in capable hands, so after delegating tasks and ensuring everything was in order, Yan Han and Pei Lang set off. Despite being tightly bundled up at the domestic airport, Pei Lang was still recognized. The key giveaway? He was holding hands with an equally masked Yan Han. Yan Han’s tall, commanding presence exuded an air of distinction. His exposed eyes, though cold and indifferent, softened with an unmistakable tenderness when looking at Pei Lang. This detail didn’t escape the notice of sharp-eyed onlookers. Before long, someone boldly posted about it online.

The internet erupted.

#PeiLangSugarDaddyRevealed

#IWantASugarDaddyThisBlindToo

#WhatDidHeDoToDeserveThis

#IsThatGazeForReal

The longstanding belief across the internet was that Pei Lang had snagged himself a wealthy backer. Pei Lang had never denied it. People had assumed that his so-called benefactor was some bloated, middle-aged nouveau riche figure, as no other explanation seemed plausible for why someone would fancy a person like Pei Lang.

But to their shock, the man behind Pei Lang turned out to have a stunning physique. Just from his eyes alone, it was evident he was a heartthrob. Even more baffling, the way Yan Han looked at Pei Lang wasn’t casual or detached—it was filled with genuine love. This was no fling; it was serious.

People couldn’t understand it. How could someone as seemingly ordinary—or even scandalous—as Pei Lang win the heart of such an extraordinary man? He didn’t deserve this level of luck, they thought.

Pei Lang and Yan Han, however, didn’t pay much attention to the online frenzy. If anything, Yan Han was eager for the relationship to go public. He wanted the entire internet to know how incredible his husband was and how worthy he was of his love.

However, it wasn’t the right time to go public yet.

Pei Lang came across these trending topics and decided to post something himself: [My husband is handsome, wealthy, and one-of-a-kind in the world. I love him very much.]

Once the post was made, it garnered a lot of comments, most of them criticizing him. He already had plenty of haters, and now even some passersby joined in the criticism. Fans of Zhong Yixiao and Liu Ran even showed up, advising him not to cause trouble, not to drag their idols into any hate, and not to ruin their career paths.

Some of the criticism came from genuine disapproval, while others were driven by envy. Pei Lang didn’t mind at all. After all, he was just speaking the truth. In today’s world, telling the truth seemed to invite more scorn.

Of course, the one who was enjoying the spectacle the most was Pei Ziqing.

Wasn’t this just embarrassing beyond measure? The entire Yan family knew that Pei Lang had married the disabled Yan Han, and now he was seen holding hands with another man who had perfectly healthy legs. This looked like blatant cheating, paraded around for everyone to see.

Although Pei Lang had helped him achieve his goal of marrying Yan Xiuyuan, Pei Ziqing still hated Pei Lang deep down. He wished nothing but bad things for him. Seeing him ruin the carefully laid-out chess game, Pei Ziqing couldn’t hide his satisfaction.

He was eager to see how long Yan Xiuyuan would continue to care for a person like Pei Lang—someone who was so promiscuous and shameless.

“Xiuyuan, did you see the trending topics?” The newlyweds were supposed to be on their honeymoon, but Yan Xiuyuan hadn’t taken Pei Lang anywhere. Instead, he stayed in the company, working late, and when he came home, he was indifferent toward Pei Ziqing.

Yan Xiuyuan, busy with work, was already irritated when he received Pei Ziqing’s call. He had been avoiding it, but when Pei Ziqing kept calling, he reluctantly picked up.

While speaking, Pei Ziqing told Yan Xiuyuan to open his Weibo. Yan Xiuyuan’s eyes sting at the sight of the headlines. Why? Why was it okay for others but not for him? Pei Lang was pretending to be the picture of a deep, loving partner, yet he had immediately moved on to another man.

Yan Xiuyuan was so furious that he threw his phone, nearly smashing it. He was almost consumed with rage, yet after the anger subsided, he couldn’t help but laugh. He had thought his uncle was capable, but it seemed he was just another man discarded by someone else.

As long as Yan Han’s life was worse than his, Yan Xiuyuan felt immense satisfaction. He immediately called Yan Han, but Yan Han’s phone was unreachable—he had already boarded a plane. This only made him¹YXY happier.

That crippled man had been dumped. He had embarrassed the Yan family so much that he didn’t even dare to pick up his phone.

Pei Lang had no idea what had transpired in those few hours. Meanwhile, the two of them were nestled together in first class. Pei Lang had woken up early that day, feeling exhausted, and was now dozing off, leaning against Yan Han’s shoulder.

As soon as Yan Han got off the plane and before reaching the hotel, his phone was bombarded with calls—most of them from his father.

News of such magnitude couldn’t have escaped the old man. If Yan Han hadn’t been emotionally invested, the elder wouldn’t have cared much about what Pei Lang did. But knowing his son’s feelings for the boy, this kind of incident would undoubtedly upset him.

The calls were both to inquire about the situation and to offer comfort.

Yan Han only returned the call after checking into the hotel and unpacking. Instead of a regular call, he opted for a video call.

When his father answered, Yan Han’s rosy, radiant face appeared on the screen, his eyes filled with tenderness and happiness. Though the expression wasn’t exaggerated, as a father, he could see it instantly.

It seemed his son’s state of mind was quite good. The old man let out a sigh of relief. “How are things between you and Xiao Lang lately?”

“We’re doing great, Father. Don’t worry.”

“Did you see the photos of Xiao Lang taken at the airport today?” Seeing his son in such a good mood, the old man was reluctant to bring it up, but it was better to face the issue sooner than later.

“I saw them. They were shot quite well; I really liked them,” Yan Han replied, leaving his father momentarily speechless.

What did he mean by shot quite well? His wife had been photographed holding hands with another man, and he still had the leisure to compliment the pictures?

Yan Han smiled, a brightness his father had never seen before, almost making him doubt his own eyes. “Father, I’m with Lang Lang right now.”

At that moment, Pei Lang leaned into the frame, his face filling the screen alongside Yan Han’s cheerful expression. The old man remained puzzled, still lost in the clouds of confusion. Then Yan Han delivered a soul-shaking question: “Father, you couldn’t recognize me just because I was wearing a mask? Lang Lang and I are on vacation abroad.”

A long silence followed. Finally, the old man’s voice trembled as he asked, “Are you saying… the person in the photos is you?”

Thinking it over carefully, it made sense. Those eyes did resemble his son’s. But because the person was standing upright and had an expression of affection he’d never seen before, it hadn’t occurred to him that it could be Yan Han.

So… so this means…

“Your legs, you… you can stand now!?” The old man stuttered in excitement, nearly brought to tears.

“Yes, Father,” Yan Han replied with a gentle smile. “Thank you for bringing Lang Lang into my life. I love him deeply, and it has nothing to do with my legs. Even if I couldn’t stand, I would still love him just as much. But you were right—Lang Lang is my lucky star. Without him, I might have been confined to a wheelchair for the rest of my life.”

These words were spoken to his father, but they were also meant for Pei Lang.

When he couldn’t walk, Yan Han had indeed felt a sense of inferiority, but his love for Pei Lang never wavered. Being able to stand now was a bonus—it meant he could stand by Pei Lang’s side and accompany him anywhere he wished to go.

And, there was something else. Now, he could pull off a proper wall slam—pinning Pei Lang against the wall, holding him in his arms, and teasing him like in romance novels. There would be no more of the awkwardness from their first time.

“Good, good,” the old man repeated, his excitement rendering him nearly incoherent. After a string of “good”, he refrained from disturbing the couple any longer. Instead, he told them to come visit the old family estate after their vacation and hung up.

Once the call ended, Yan Han opened Weibo to check the comments under the trending posts. His face turned dark. “Wife, they’re saying I’m blind.”

“Want me to clap back at them for you?” Pei Lang suggested, amused.

“No need. I’ll handle it myself.”

With that, Yan Han registered a Weibo account using his phone number. He named it “Pei Lang’s Legitimate Husband” and posted his first status: [I’m not blind. Whoever says I am will lose money.]

The curse was harsh—brutally harsh.

As soon as the “legitimate husband” account appeared, the comments section exploded. Unlike Pei Lang’s page, which was filled with hateful remarks, this one wasn’t as toxic. Instead, it was full of curiosity.

Most people were asking the same question: “Why him? Why Pei Lang?”

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