MMLDU Chapter 91

After the drama concluded and the variety show’s buzz faded, many offers came in for Pei Lang to act or join other variety programs, but he turned them all down, citing a desire to rest for a few months.

When he wasn’t filming, Pei Lang spent his time working out, practicing martial arts, livestreaming his singing, and other activities. This routine kept him quite busy every day. Occasionally, when fans were particularly vocal about wanting something, Pei Lang would oblige—for instance, performing swordplay during a livestream. Fans even suggested he learn and perform a fan dance, which Pei Lang agreed to since he had free time.

The fan dance, incorporating martial arts elements, combined both strength and grace, making it visually captivating.

Although Pei Lang wasn’t skilled in dance, his natural talent and quick learning allowed him to master it swiftly. When he performed the dance during a live stream, Yan Han was left stewing in jealousy all morning.

What kind of livestreamer goes live early in the morning just to dance for fans?

Yan Han had only been in his office for three hours before the jealousy became unbearable. The original version of the dance was performed by a girl group, but when Pei Lang danced it, he was even more captivating than any woman.

Qi Shaoheng, who entered Yan Han’s office with some documents requiring his signature, immediately sensed the sour mood. Yan Han was staring at his computer with a deep and brooding gaze. Qi Shaoheng, smirking mischievously, approached. When he saw what was on the screen, he couldn’t resist making a comment.

“Beauty Pei really nailed it. This might just be the best version on the internet—seductive without even trying. It’s way more compelling than those intentionally provocative streamers.”

“Shut up!” Yan Han shot him a cold glare and promptly closed the livestream, not wanting Qi Shaoheng to watch further. “If I hear you call him ‘Beauty Pei’ again, I won’t hesitate to shut you up for a month.”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Your possessiveness is off the charts. You sulk in private and bully your employees, while all the love and patience are reserved for your wife. If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I’d never believe you’d become like this,” Qi Shaoheng teased, undeterred by the threat. While speaking, he leisurely opened the livestream on his phone, glancing at it with amusement. “Take a look at the livestream chat. These days, even girls are daring enough to fight President Yan for his wife.”

Yan Han’s eyes gleamed with icy determination as he quickly reopened the livestream. Sure enough, the chat was flooded with people calling Pei Lang their “wife”, making him furious. Without hesitation, he typed out a bold message to assert his dominance, instantly silencing the chat.

The livestream audience had long established a tacit understanding: whenever Pei Lang’s legitimate husband showed up, they would immediately behave.

Seeing how the chatroom quieted down at his command, Yan Han felt a sense of restored dignity. He shot a sidelong glance at Qi Shaoheng, his expression clearly saying, Look, no matter how crowded the livestream is, my position as the rightful spouse is unshakable.

Watching his once-rational friend act so childish, Qi Shaoheng’s lips twitched involuntarily. He wisely refrained from further provoking him, handing over the documents and briefly explaining their contents. After confirming there were no issues, Yan Han signed them with a flourish.

After finishing the dance, Pei Lang sat down to chat. When he saw the message Yan Han had sent, his lips curved into a smile so difficult to suppress it rivaled a loaded AK-47. After singing one more song, he ended the live stream—it was mealtime.

Right on cue, he headed downstairs where Aunt Lin had already prepared the dishes. Pei Lang, eager to eat, was suddenly interrupted by two unwelcome visitors.

It was Pei Ziqing’s biological parents.

“Xiao Lang, long time no see. Uh… how have you been lately? Are you doing well?” asked the man, Pei Lang’s biological father, feigning concern. The inquiry was so insincere it was almost laughable.

They hadn’t been able to locate Pei Lang at first, nor could they gain access to him. Left with no choice, they went to the old residence to seek help from Old Master Yan, hoping to get the address. They had been to the old residence once before during the engagement banquet between Pei Ziqing and Yan Xiuyuan.

The elder, unaware of the falling-out between Pei Lang and his father but aware of the tension between Pei Lang and Pei Ziqing, reluctantly gave them the address, thinking they were family.

Armed with the address and using their status as Pei Lang’s parents, they passed through security and successfully gained entry to see him.

The moment Pei Lang laid eyes on these two—who, despite looking older and more haggard, still exuded the same disgusting hypocrisy—his appetite vanished. “Not bad. Still alive, at least. Pei Ziqing is still as stupid as ever—didn’t bother with double insurance. Otherwise, I’d already be six feet under.”

The mention of that incident caused their expressions to change. The stepmother nudged the man with her eyes, urging him to speak.

Before the man could even take two steps closer, Pei Lang stopped him cold. “Stay right there. Don’t dirty my house.”

“You…” The man’s face twisted in anger, but he quickly suppressed it, leaving his facial muscles trembling. “Xiao Lang, Ziqing is your brother. Don’t you remember that time when Dad took you two out for a trip when you were little…?”

“I don’t remember. And also, I’ve already severed ties with you. Stop calling yourself my father.” Pei Lang, having lost all patience, cut him off. “I know why you’re here today. Playing the family card? You’re not family to me. That nonsense doesn’t work on me. Pei Ziqing committed a crime and should face the consequences. Do you really think I’d forgive a murderer?”

The blunt words pierced their fragile facade and their expressions faltered. But they couldn’t abandon their purpose for coming today.

With a loud thud, the two knelt on the floor, not hesitating to kowtow twice. “Xiao Lang, it’s all Dad’s fault. Dad apologizes to you. But no matter what, Ziqing is still your brother. Can you ask Yan Han to let him go? This is the first time Dad is begging you. Dad is even kowtowing to you.”

What kind of father kneels to his son? If Pei Lang didn’t agree, it would make him appear utterly unfilial. This was nothing but a blatant attempt at moral coercion, but Pei Lang wasn’t buying it.

Aunt Lin, who stood beside Pei Lang, shot them a sharp, cold glare. “Do you need me to have someone throw them out?”

“It’s fine. I’ll handle it.” Pei Lang patted Aunt Lin’s clenched fists gently, reassuring her.

“This is entirely Pei Ziqing’s fault, and he deserves the punishment. Besides, his imprisonment is the result of legal action and has nothing to do with my husband. If you’re dissatisfied, you can file an appeal.” In other words, Pei Lang had no intention of helping them.

Ever since Pei Ziqing’s imprisonment, the two elders hadn’t had a single good night’s sleep. He was their only son. Going to prison meant his life was essentially ruined. They had once believed that climbing the Yan family’s social ladder would secure them a life of luxury, but now it had all crumbled.

Their son was gone, their dreams of wealth shattered, and in their twisted minds, it was all Pei Lang’s fault. If he hadn’t done something, why would Pei Ziqing have wanted to kill him? They even suspected that Pei Lang might have somehow manipulated Pei Ziqing into committing the crime.

After all, why would their son, of all people, target his own biological brother for murder?

Their logic was shockingly warped. They were convinced that Pei Ziqing had fallen into some sort of trap. Moreover, Pei Lang hadn’t reported the attack immediately after being injured. Instead, he had waited until he had recovered before making the situation public. Who’s to say that he had even been on the brink of death? It might have been a minor injury that he exaggerated just to send Pei Ziqing to prison.

With Yan Han’s power, ensuring someone rots in prison for life wouldn’t be difficult.

Now they had lowered themselves to the point of groveling, setting aside their pride and dignity as parents, yet Pei Lang still refused to relent. It was clear he was determined to make sure Pei Ziqing would never see the light of day again.

The more they thought about it, the angrier they became. The old man’s gaze turned venomous. Abandoning his earlier pretense of pleading, he stood up and began hurling curses. Despite being a high school teacher, he had completely shed his scholarly demeanor, while the stepmother behaved like a vulgar shrew.

“You ungrateful wretch! When you were young, we made sure you had food and clothing. Now that you’re successful, you repay us like this?”

“I can’t believe I gave birth to such a heartless brat. I should’ve strangled you to death when your mother died—spared us all this trouble!”

“And what’s this about marrying Yan Han? No one even knows about it, right? He’s probably just toying with you. If he were serious, he would’ve made it public by now. If you convince him to let Pei Ziqing go, I’ll keep your secret. Otherwise, when the truth comes out, Yan Han will surely dump you in a fit of rage, and you won’t even have a place to cry.”

Their rant escalated into threats, which only infuriated Pei Lang further—especially when they brought up his mother. That had always been a source of pain for the original Pei Lang. Now these two vile, ignorant people had the audacity to use it against him.

How foolish could they be to think such threats would work? Did they not know how much Yan Han cherished and protected him? This nonsense would only serve to provoke Yan Han, not threaten him in the slightest.

Honestly, every word spent on these two felt like a waste. Pei Lang, fed up and unwilling to see their faces any longer, called security to drag them out. He also issued a strict order that these two would never be allowed through the gates again, no matter what.

Pei Lang wasn’t threatened, but Pei Ziqing’s parents left in frustration and despair, their heads hung low.

The matter was quickly reported to Yan Han, who rushed back home to comfort his wife, only to find Pei Lang enjoying a meal with no care at all. When the two of them were no longer present, Pei Lang’s appetite returned.

“What do you think about their threats? If you want, I can make sure they can never speak again,” Yan Han asked, though they were no longer related, he still respected Pei Lang enough to ask his opinion about dealing with his biological parents.

“I’m not afraid of them exposing our relationship. Being in love with you is something that should make people envious, so why should I be afraid of it being known?” Pei Lang said confidently. “If others don’t know how wonderful my husband is, shouldn’t I, the one who knows him best, know?”

“Husband, give me your hand.”

Yan Han obeyed, extending his hand. Pei Lang grasped it, slowly writing his name on his palm. “I’ve heard that writing your name in the palm of your lover’s hand means your name will be imprinted on their soul, staying with them for all eternity, and making it easier to find them in the next life. Husband, in the next life, we should still be together.”

Pei Lang’s sweet words made Yan Han’s heart race wildly, as though it would leap out of his chest, desperately needing something to hold it back. He pulled Pei Lang into his arms, holding him tightly. “How lucky I am to have met you in this life. Lang Lang, I love you so much.”

“I know.” Pei Lang was being hugged too tightly, struggling to breathe. “Once the whole internet knows you’re my husband, you better stop secretly being jealous.”

“Then we can date openly, go wherever we want, see whatever scenery we like.” Yan Han’s heartbeat slowed down a little. He released Pei Lang, still holding his hand, and wrote his own name on the palm of Pei Lang’s hand. “Now our names are imprinted on each other’s souls.”

They looked at each other and smiled, with only each other in their eyes and hearts.

Pei Lang was still wearing the long robe from the livestream, which looked ordinary enough, but when he danced, it was so alluring. Yan Han pulled out his phone and played a video for Pei Lang. “Can you learn this dance? I want to see you perform it for me.”

It was a video that Qi Shaoheng had sent to Yan Han, knowing how much he was feeling jealous. Yan Han had reluctantly saved it despite his protests.

The person in the video was dressed a bit revealingly, and the dance was soft yet not effeminate. Pei Lang would certainly look amazing doing it. Pei Lang couldn’t help but feel speechless. “You watch these kinds of videos during work hours?”

Pei Lang was acting like a suspicious little wife, catching him red-handed. Yan Han explained, “I’m innocent! Qi Shaoheng forced me to watch this.”

“I’m not good at dancing, but martial arts and swordplay are more my thing. This kind of dance is beyond me,” Pei Lang firmly refused. Yan Han, though disappointed, didn’t push any further.

“Alright, then. You rest well. I’m going back to the office. But when I finish work, I’ll take you out for dinner.”

“Okay, go ahead, husband. Be careful on the road.”

After Yan Han left, Pei Lang took out his phone and searched for similar dance videos to study them seriously. The moves looked difficult at first, but after watching them a few more times, he realized they were mostly repetitive.

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