MMLDU Chapter 94

It was Pei Lang’s idea to publicly announce the recovery of Yan Han’s legs at the wedding, as he thought it was the perfect opportunity.

He and Yan Han had different opinions on this, but in the end, it was Yan Han who compromised.

Yan Han believed that the wedding was meant to be for Pei Lang and shouldn’t be overshadowed by other things, and that there would be plenty of time in the future to announce the recovery of his legs. However, Pei Lang felt sympathy for Yan Han, who had been in a wheelchair for so many years and could have gotten out but had to continue sitting for other reasons.

Moreover, Pei Lang wanted to walk down the aisle with Yan Han by his side, which is why Yan Han agreed.

Pictures of the two of them holding hands while shopping were spread across major media outlets. To please Yan Han, many media outlets showered them with excessive compliments, so much so that Pei Lang was embarrassed to read the praise—it was so flattering it was hard to read.

The photos of them shopping were handsome and beautiful, with a flurry of fans shipping their couple and praising their looks. However, most of the attention was on how Yan Han’s legs had healed, as it was considered a medical miracle.

Although there was much speculation, neither Yan Han nor Pei Lang responded.

They simply wanted to show everyone that Yan Han’s legs were better now. As for everything else, they wouldn’t provide further explanations. After some time passed without anyone making further comments, netizens started shifting their focus to urging Pei Lang to return to work.

Pei Lang was praised for his acting skills and good looks, and there were calls for him to act more and benefit humanity. The demand was so high that Yan Han couldn’t stay silent anymore and responded, “My wife doesn’t need money. Two movies a year is enough. I don’t want Lang Lang to work too hard.”

A movie takes several months to complete, so making two movies a year was already considered a high output. Yan Han’s response was to support Pei Lang’s passion for acting while also making sure he wouldn’t overwork himself. Most of all, Yan Han just wanted to stick close to his wife.

As expected, the netizens quickly saw through it.

——I seriously suspect that Lang Lang doesn’t act because President Yan can’t bear to let him go.

——I agree with the person above. We’ve all seen President Yan get jealous during live streams. Lang Lang goes months without coming home while filming and even has romantic scenes with others. How could President Yan not go crazy?

——Although President Yan spoils Lang Lang so much, he will definitely understand.

——The person above is still too young. Understanding is one thing, jealousy is another. Understanding is about spoiling Lang Lang, while jealousy is just a man’s instinct.

——Two movies a year isn’t bad. President Yan is great. Lang Lang, keep it up!

——President Yan, although this request is risky and might get me banned, I still want to ask… Could you post more pictures of Lang Lang on your Weibo? We want to see. Lang Lang doesn’t post photos himself.

——I second this, please, Your Majesty, grant our request.

——I risk my life to report, we want to see Lang Lang from a boyfriend’s perspective.

Pei Lang doesn’t post selfies much, but he does livestream often. The fans are really exaggerating. Yan Han, on the other hand, has often gotten jealous in the live streams and his overbearing CEO image has crumbled over time as he gradually got closer with the fans.

At first, the fans were worried about getting banned, but over time, they became more reckless. Some even dared to provoke Yan Han on purpose to make him jealous and then have Pei Lang comfort him. The fans found it very entertaining to watch.

The comments in the section became increasingly ridiculous and melodramatic, which made Yan Han so angry that he threw his phone away, preferring not to see it. “Your fans are getting out of hand.”

He said they were being unreasonable, but he didn’t do anything about it. In fact, Yan Han really liked the feeling of being acknowledged by Pei Lang’s fans. It was just that the things they said really annoyed him. They seemed to deliberately poke at his heart when they teamed up.

Pei Lang also put his phone away, no longer looking at the comments. “They can be unreasonable with you, but you can be unreasonable with me, it’s fine however much you want.”

They had already taken off their suits, removed their makeup, showered, and changed into clean pajamas.

Today, theoretically, was their wedding night, although they had already done everything that was supposed to be done.

Pei Lang’s words were full of hints, and his fearless attitude sparked Yan Han’s competitive spirit. He quickly pulled Pei Lang into his arms. “You said it, so don’t cry and beg for mercy later.”

Pei Lang kissed Yan Han’s lips, not yet realizing the seriousness of the situation, or perhaps already knowing what was coming but intentionally teasing. “In bed, I’ve never cried before.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Yan Han pushed him onto the bed and forcefully kissed him.

Pei Lang, stubbornly claiming he’d never cried in bed, now dared him to make him cry tonight.

Yan Han was like a wild beast, awakened and ferocious, tearing into his prey. Pei Lang’s lips were quickly reddened and swollen from the intense kisses. Yan Han kissed with such dominance that Pei Lang couldn’t keep up. Eventually, he was led by Yan Han and kissed until he was gasping for air, before being temporarily released.

Before anything else could even begin, Pei Lang’s eyes were already clouded with tears, his struggle to hold back a cry tantalizing. “You… mmm~”

Just as he managed to catch his breath, before he could even speak, Yan Han sealed his lips again.

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Afterward, Yan Han held him in his arms, tenderly waiting for him to regain his composure.

The sheets were soiled, the various scents filling the air. As Pei Lang gradually came back to his senses, he frowned and wriggled out of Yan Han’s embrace, clearly disgusted.

Yan Han had played too rough this time, leaving Pei Lang crying and begging for mercy. Where was the dignity of an adult? Furious, Pei Lang kicked Yan Han, only to lose his balance and fall.

“Don’t move, rest for a bit, and then I’ll take you to the shower.” Yan Han pulled him back into his arms, inhaling the scent that lingered on his skin.

“You can’t be so harsh next time,” Pei Lang huffed angrily, pinching his waist hard.

“But didn’t you feel good just now?” Yan Han’s shameless words made Pei Lang’s face flush. He fell silent.

It was undeniable—it had felt good, but it had been too much, almost unbearable.

“I’ll carry you to the shower.” Yan Han got out of bed, lifting Pei Lang in a princess carry and bringing him to the bathroom. Warm water filled the bathtub. After the two of them enjoyed a relaxing soak, they returned to the bed, which had already been tidied up. Yan Han then carried Pei Lang back to bed, allowing him to rest.

This time, Pei Lang would be weak for several days. He regretted the words he had said earlier.

Their days passed peacefully and happily, with time flowing gently, neither rushed nor slow. This year’s first snow came earlier than in previous years. After the winter solstice, the sky began to drop small flakes of snow.

The snowflakes fluttered down quietly in the night.

Tonight, Yan Han had the rare occasion of working late. By ten o’clock, he still hadn’t come home. Pei Lang heated a cup of wine and sipped it slowly while waiting. He was fascinated by the snow and ran to the window. Opening it, he extended his hand to catch the snowflakes. However, the room was too warm. As soon as the snowflakes touched his palm, they melted into water.

It wasn’t that he had never seen snow—he did every year—but snowflakes only came in winter. So every snowfall still felt novel and exciting.

Pei Lang put on his clothes and wrapped himself in a coat, excitedly running downstairs. Standing in the large garden of the villa, he tilted his head back like a child, welcoming the snowflakes. At first, they melted quickly, but as his body temperature dropped, the snowflakes lingered on his eyelashes and hair.

“How come you’re out here in this cold?” Yan Han returned home to find Pei Lang displaying this childish side of himself. The pressures and frustrations of work vanished the moment he saw Pei Lang. Perhaps this was what it meant to love someone.

“You’re back.” Pei Lang turned around. His eyes were likely damp with melted snowflakes, giving them a soft, gentle look. His cheeks were flushed—not from the cold, but from the warm wine he had drunk earlier, leaving him slightly tipsy.

“Are you cold?” As he spoke, Yan Han stepped forward and took Pei Lang’s hand, which was slightly cold.

“It’s not cold when it’s snowing.” Pei Lang tugged on Yan Han’s hand and started walking around the villa’s garden. “Are you tired? Do you want to go back and rest?”

“I’m not tired. Tomorrow is the weekend. I’ll stay home with you. The snow will fall all night. Tomorrow morning when we wake up, everything will be covered in silver. It’ll be beautiful.” He used to think snow was a hassle and too cold. After his injury, his leg would hurt every night in the winter. Snowflakes hadn’t brought him any pleasant memories.

Since Pei Lang came into his life, Yan Han felt that simply walking hand in hand with him through the snow was better than anything else.

The snowflakes were cold, the wind biting, and the streetlights’ glow made the night feel chillier. But the warmth from their hands dispelled all of that. Yan Han’s lips curled into a smile, unconsciously tightening his grip on Pei Lang’s hand.

“Husband, has your leg been fine lately?” Although it had been some time and there had been no issues, Pei Lang couldn’t help but worry. He had wanted to ask earlier but was afraid that asking too often might raise suspicion. “It’s snowing now, and I’m worried your leg might act up again.”

Pei Lang explained.

Yan Han smiled understandingly and didn’t press further. “It hasn’t hurt since I was discharged. Thank you, Lang Lang.”

“I’m glad it’s not hurting,” Pei Lang replied, his mind wandering. Was the plot collapsing beyond repair? Had this world been abandoned?

He had always been worried about Pei Ziqing and Yan Xiuyuan’s well-being. With the system not retracting Yan Han’s leg and no issues arising for such a long time, Pei Lang sighed in relief. He pulled Yan Han along, running through the snow, the wind rushing past their ears, echoing their shared emotions.

Soon, the snow started falling harder, piling up on their heads and shoulders. As they moved, it would shake off and quickly pile up again.

The ground was already covered in a layer of snow. Pei Lang crouched down, formed a snowball, and mischievously tossed it at Yan Han. It was so sudden that Yan Han didn’t expect it, and Pei Lang hadn’t noticed where it landed.

The snowball hit Yan Han right between the eyebrows. Since it wasn’t packed tightly, it broke apart instantly, then slid down his nose and eyes. A snow trail was left behind. Yan Han only reacted by tilting his head back in the moment of impact. After that, he stood still, dazed.

“Husband?” Pei Lang called cautiously, feeling a little guilty.

No one had ever been so bold with him. This was Pei Lang’s first time playfully attacking Yan Han, and because he trusted him enough, the surprise attack succeeded. Yan Han wasn’t stunned; he was simply in disbelief.

“The snow is soft,” Yan Han wiped the snow off his eyes. “Lang Lang…”

As he spoke, he crouched down and started shaping a snowball. Pei Lang immediately sensed danger and tried to run, but Yan Han was too fast. Before Pei Lang had even taken two steps, a snowball hit his shoulder.

The two of them then started a playful snowball fight, childish but enjoyable. They didn’t realize how fun it was until it was over.

Once they had enough, they went back home. The snow on their clothes melted, taking away the warmth of caution. Pei Lang smiled as he watched Yan Han, who had been as silly as him. He grabbed a towel and began wiping Yan Han’s damp hair.

“Mr. Yan, are you cold?”

It had been a long time since he had heard that title. Yan Han squinted his eyes. “I still prefer when you call me ‘husband’. This is my first time playing in the snow. It’s fun.”

“You probably didn’t have the chance to play games when you were a kid. When we have time, I’ll take you to play.”

“Okay.”

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