Chapter 17 The Dean’s Sincere Invitation

As soon as the alarm rang, Yan Han suddenly opened his eyes and reached out to turn it off.

The villa is well landscaped. The morning sun outside the window falls on the dewy leaves, shining with vibrant green light. Accompanied by the singing of birds, he slept very well last night. He is now full of energy, feeling relaxed both physically and mentally. He has never felt a day so beautiful before.

Sure enough, my guess was right. Having Pei Lang in the room really helped me sleep better.

Looking at the sofa, a figure was lying quietly and neatly inside, with soft and smooth hair, which must have felt very good. As usual, she got up and dressed with difficulty, washed and brushed her teeth, then drove the wheelchair to Pei Lang, looking down. The sleeping Pei Lang looked more like a little fox, with the red teardrop mole at the end of his eye, which was charming and pure, and the curve of his closed eyes was also beautiful, as if he would be able to seduce someone if he opened his eyes the next second.

Coincidentally, Pei Lang actually opened his eyes.

Yan Han saw the defenseless, dazed and adorable look. Unlike himself, Pei Lang tensed up as soon as he opened his eyes. Pei Lang's eyes looked like this only when he was completely relaxed and believed that there was no danger around him. Somehow, Yan Han felt that they were very dazzling, something he had never experienced before.

"Mr. Yan, you woke up so early?" Pei Lang yawned, pulled his hands out from under the quilt, stretched his waist and wished good morning.

"Go back when you wake up." He stared at her with a cold tone.

Pei Lang finally woke up, put on his slippers, folded the quilt, and went out with him. "Okay, I'll go back and take another nap."

"You don't run in the morning?"

"No more running. Rest this morning and then work out in the afternoon." Yan Han went out as soon as he said that he was going out. He went downstairs to have breakfast and wait for Su Jia to pick him up to go to the company. Unexpectedly, he met Pei Lang at the dining table.

Pei Lang said that he should eat his fill before going to bed, otherwise he would wake up hungry after a short sleep. The most painful thing in the world is waking up hungry.

Yan Han listened but didn't express his opinion, but he was sure of one thing: Pei Lang loved to eat and was afraid of being hungry. Could it be that he didn't have any food to eat when he was a child? Yan Han had never experienced this, so he naturally couldn't imagine it.

In fact, Pei Lang was not afraid of hunger. It was just that when he was a child, he practiced martial arts and his father was very strict with him and did not allow him to eat many things. Later, in order to protect his voice when singing, he had to listen to his agent in everything. After he started acting, it became even more necessary.

Only now, he doesn't have to listen to his father or his agent. He can eat whatever he wants and what he wants. What's more, he has a body that can eat a lot without gaining weight, so what is there to be afraid of?

If you want to exercise and practice martial arts every day, how can you have the energy to do so if you don’t eat enough?

After dinner, Pei Lang went back to sleep, and Yan Han went to the company. Su Jia drove the car. On the way, he saw that Yan Han's face was not as cold as before, so he bravely asked, "Boss, do you want to listen to music? I recently found a song that is very nice."

Yan Han in the back seat didn't say anything, which was usually considered as tacit consent. Su Jia still understood it clearly, so he started playing it.

Strange music, soft and pleasant accompaniment, gentle and healing voice, beautiful and powerful lyrics. Listening to this song is like being deep in the beautiful mountains, with the sunlight cut into golden lines by the leaves, falling on both sides of the gurgling stream, washing away the dust in one's heart and making one feel relaxed physically and mentally.

I slept well last night. The car was facing the not-so-bright sunlight, accompanied by music in my ears. Yan Han praised. "The song is good."

It's so rare that the boss has the same interests as me. After successfully recommending the song, Su Jia was excited and praised it. "Yes, I have been listening to it for several days. Whenever I hear this song when I feel stressed at work, I feel that my life is not in vain."

Then, Yan Han, who was able to grasp the key points, asked grimly from behind, "Are you stressed at work?"

"Ah... No, it's not the work pressure, it's my own problem, hehehe~~" She smiled on her face but was crying in her heart.

"The voice sounds familiar." Yan Han felt this way as soon as he opened his mouth.

"It sounded familiar to me, too. I even thought one of my uncles was singing it secretly."

"Uncle?" Yan Han asked in confusion.

"Yes, boss, if you don't pay attention, you don't know that this song has been popular on the website for a few days. The singer is a 50-year-old uncle." But after thinking carefully, although the voice is familiar, I can't think of any relatives with this voice. "By the way, boss, there will be a meeting in another city in a few days. Do you want to attend in person?"

Yan Han has difficulty walking, so he has handed over the company's affairs to other people, and he tries to avoid business trips as much as possible. However, this meeting is very important, so Su Jia asked.

"Leave it to Yao Shuo."

"Okay boss."

In the following days, Yan Han seemed to be less busy and came home early after get off work. The two of them often ate at the same table. Because Pei Lang was around, Yan Han's appetite improved a lot and he ate more than before.

After eating, they went back to their rooms to do their work. When it was almost time to go to sleep, Pei Lang would go to him with a blanket, give him a massage, chat with him, and then go to sleep.

After repeating this for a few days, Pei Lang felt like a favored concubine who came with her own quilt.

Yan Han was so reluctant to prepare an extra quilt on the sofa that he watched him go up and down the stairs with the quilt every day without doing anything.

When Pei Lang released a song on the platform, he received a special private message.

The person who sent the private message was the director of an orphanage.

[Director: Hello, I am the director of Tianguang Orphanage. Your songs are very nice and the children like them very much. Children's Day is coming in a few days. Can we invite you to perform in our orphanage? ]

Pei Lang looked at this private message and fell into deep thought.

Orphanage...

This website focuses on mental health. The children in the orphanage grew up in such an environment, so it is normal for the director to play songs for them. Without parents or relatives, the director is the only one who helps them celebrate Children's Day. The children like me, so it is not too much for the director to invite me.

It’s just that I pretend to be an elderly person online in order to hide my identity. Wouldn’t it be exposed if I were to perform?

But if we refuse, the children will be sad. If even such a simple wish cannot be fulfilled on Children's Day, there will be nothing worth remembering in their childhood.

Just as he was struggling over whether to go or not, and how to refuse, the dean saw that he had not read the message and knew what Pei Lang was worried about, so he sent him another private message.

[Director: Don't worry, our orphanage is not big, so it won't attract attention. Besides the children, I am the only one here, and the other caregivers are not here. We will definitely keep it confidential, so you don't have to worry about exposing your identity.]

[Director: I sincerely invite you. It’s okay if you really don’t want to come, although the children are looking forward to it. If you have other concerns, just tell me and I will do my best to meet them.]

Judging from the profile picture, the director is an auntie. She speaks very sincerely and does not make things difficult for Pei Lang. Pei Lang clicks on her homepage and can see the front photo of the orphanage and the detailed address. It doesn't seem like a scam.

The Internet is a good thing. Pei Lang went online to check the background of the orphanage. Tianguang Orphanage has a history of 18 years. The name and photo of the director are all there, which matches the person who sent the private message. There are also various posts on the Internet about people doing volunteer work or social practice experiences. All of these pieces of evidence prove that this orphanage really exists and that the director has sincerely invited him.

After making people wait for a long time, Pei Lang finally replied. [Sorry, I need to think about it. Can I give you an answer tomorrow? ]

[Dean: OK, thank you so much for replying to me. I will wait for your reply.]

Pei Lang was also worried about Yan Xiuyuan.

Yan Xiuyuan wanted to take revenge on him. He had been hiding in the villa recently and the other party couldn't find him. However, the hatred was still there. If he went out, he would inevitably be exposed. He was isolated and helpless in this world. Yan Xiuyuan was the male protagonist. Not only did he have a halo, but he also had a strong background. He couldn't fight him. It was good that Yan Han was willing to give him a hiding place. The other party had no obligation to protect him. In fact, everyone knew that the original owner was entangled with Yan Xiuyuan. Yan Han's father also knew that even if something was revealed in the end, Yan Han would at most be cuckolded, and he would not suffer much loss.

Yan Han had helped him so much, and Pei Lang didn't want to use the green hat and the Yan family's reputation as a threat.

I will give the dean a reply tomorrow. I believe he will keep his word regarding the identity, but it is a bit difficult to deal with Yan Xiuyuan.

This matter had been in his heart until Yan Han came back for dinner in the evening. When the two of them sat at the table together, Pei Lang mentioned it intentionally or unintentionally.

"Mr. Yan, what is Yan Xiuyuan doing recently?"

Yan Han, who was eating quietly, suddenly looked cold and glared at him. Pei Lang pretended not to notice.

Has the relationship between the uncle and nephew been broken to the point where they cannot even mention each other's names? Yan Xiuyuan is such a fool, it is reasonable for Mr. Yan, as an elder, to dislike him.

Pei Lang pondered and speculated in his heart. Thinking of what Yan Xiuyuan said to him, he couldn't stand a few phone calls, let alone Yan Han, who had been his family for more than 20 years and knew him thoroughly. It would be strange for him to like him.

"I have no interest in his affairs."

Pei Lang was choked up and was quiet for a while. While eating, he looked at the little man on Yan Han's shoulder. The little man had been unhappy since he heard Yan Xiuyuan's name. He held the chopsticks and poked at the rice in the bowl, as if he was venting his anger.

"Mr. Yan, I want to ask if Yan Xiuyuan is still looking for me. I want to go out in a few days." For some reason, seeing that Yan Han was so angry, Pei Lang still explained.

"Where are you going?"

"Uh... go out for a walk."

Pei Lang's expression froze. He didn't expect Yan Han to ask further questions. Yan Han himself didn't expect it either. "He hasn't given up, but it's not that urgent. He can go out whenever he wants."

Pei Lang trusted Yan Han. If he said he could go out, then he could go out. Pei Lang breathed a sigh of relief and finished the last thing in the bowl. "Okay, thank you Mr. Yan, I'll go back to my room first, you eat slowly."

Who knew that as soon as he stood up, Yan Han also stood up.

Although his appetite was better when eating with Pei Lang, he still ate less. The reason he didn't leave the table was that he wanted to be with Pei Lang. If Pei Lang left, there was no need for him to stay.

Pei Lang was puzzled, but he didn't think much about it and went upstairs. Yan Han watched his back as he went upstairs, with light and dark mixed in his eyes. He didn't look away until his back disappeared around the corner, and took the elevator back to his room.