TNIBFT -Chapter 131 From Security Guard to Nanny

As for whose child it was… that would depend on which family he’d be reborn into next life.

Just escaped danger, and now into the tiger’s mouth again.

The newcomer exuded a cold, lethal aura—clearly not someone to be trifled with.

Words were useless. Terrified, Shen Jie scrambled and rolled on the ground. As he drew his sword, the glint of steel flashed—but just as Shen Jie thought his head was about to roll…

“Clang!” A sharp sound rang out.

Duan Qingshan’s paired sword was knocked aside. Holding his sword in one hand, he staggered back a few steps, pain radiating from his wounded hand, his entire right arm trembling.

His sharp gaze fixed on the figure not far away.

It was a young, thin man in a light gray cotton robe, his expression cold as he stared at Duan Qingshan. Slowly, he spoke:

“What crime did he commit that the Liang family wants him dead?”

“Just because he’s Xiao Haoyang’s illegitimate son?”

Hearing Shen Jie’s words, the newcomer guessed this must be the reason Shen Jie was being targeted.

No sooner had the thin man finished speaking than his entire body shot forward like a cannonball, landing in front of Duan Qingshan in an instant.

The pain from his wound made Duan Qingshan tremble all over. Gritting his teeth, he wielded a knife in one hand and a sword in the other to resist. Seeing Shen Jie terrified and scrambling on the ground, Duan Qingshan did not forget his mission, striking viciously several times—but every attack was blocked by the young man before him.

“Clang!”

With a tremendous crash, Duan Qingshan was defeated and kicked several meters away.

He struggled to get up. The young man drew closer, and clutching his chest, Duan Qingshan no longer dared linger in battle. Grabbing a weapon from the ground, he spun and fled.

As long as he survived, there would still be a chance to kill Shen Jie.

Watching Duan Qingshan’s retreating back, the boy furrowed his elegant brows slightly.

“Thank you, benefactor, for saving my life. Shen Jie will never forget it,” Shen Jie said as he got to his feet, respectfully clasping his fists.

The boy finally came to his senses, his gaze scanning Shen Jie up and down, then he spoke:

“I’m planning to enter Sifang City. Will you come with me?”

Enter the city?

Recalling that even Xiao Haoyang wanted him dead, Shen Jie shook his head: “I cannot go.”

“Thank you again for saving my life. I’ll find a way to repay you someday. May I ask your name?”

“My name is Shangguan—just one character, Ning.”

Shangguan Ning said this and turned to leave.

Watching the thin figure walk away, Shen Jie looked around. The wind howled, the trees twisted grotesquely, and teeth chattering, he followed after Shangguan Ning: “Benefactor… wait!”

…

The next morning.

Ye Tian opened the door. Snow had nearly blocked the entrance, and large flakes still drifted from the sky.

“Hiss!”

Ye Tian shrank his neck, rubbing his hands and preparing to go back inside.

He turned and saw Duan Qingshan standing under the eaves like a stone statue, staring at him. Startled, Ye Tian frowned: “How long have you been standing there?”

Snow clung to Duan Qingshan’s body.

His eyebrows and eyelashes were coated in frost. When Ye Tian spoke, his voice was calm: “I went to kill Shen Jie last night, but a master appeared midway. I was no match, so…”

Duan Qingshan glanced guiltily at Ye Tian, then hurried on: “Don’t worry. If it didn’t work this time, there’ll be a next time. No matter where Shen Jie is, I will kill him.”

Saved by someone else?

That was expected.

After all, he was the chosen one—how could he die so easily?

“My sister…”

Duan Qingshan feared Ye Tian would ignore saving her because of his mission’s failure, so he looked at him evasively.

Ye Tian said: “I already sent someone last night. Wait ten days, maybe half a month, and you’ll see your sister.”

Duan Qingshan lowered his head, saying nothing further.

Someone had come to Ye Tian’s house last night; he knew that person had left the village at midnight. For now, Ye Tian seemed genuinely decent.

“A failed mission doesn’t mean you have to stand outside as punishment. Come inside!”

After finishing speaking, Ye Tian turned and walked into the house. Duan Qingshan froze—he hadn’t expected that after the mission failed, Ye Tian wouldn’t even scold him, and was instead worried he might be cold outside. Something stirred in his icy heart.

Duan Qingshan followed Ye Tian inside.

The charcoal fire had been burning through the night, filling the room with a cozy warmth.

The simple furniture and homely decor gave the place a comforting feel. Duan Qingshan glanced around, his heart fluttering. Wasn’t this the life he had always yearned for?

Warmth. Stability.

“How many eggs do you want?”

Ye Tian asked suddenly. Duan Qingshan looked up and saw Ye Tian standing by the large copper pot, spatula in hand, seemingly about to cook.

Steam rose from the hot oil in the pot.

The smell of sizzling oil filled the air. Duan Qingshan felt a little awkward—he wasn’t sure if Ye Tian was asking him.

All these years, no one had ever asked him that.

“Me… me?”

“Who else?” Ye Tian cracked an egg: sizzle!

The egg hit the hot oil, making a sharp crackling sound. Ye Tian carefully stepped back about a meter, extending the spatula forward to stir.

Duan Qingshan’s head was full of black lines.

Soon, the smell of frying eggs filled the room. Smoke and scorching oil swirled around the copper pot. One egg had already turned black. Covering his nose, Ye Tian cautiously flipped it with the spatula.

“Sh-should I… should I do it?”

Duan Qingshan spoke up. Ye Tian could hardly believe it—this ruthless martial artist who took on dangerous missions, could he really cook?

They exchanged a look.

Neither trusted the other.

“Daddy?”

A child’s innocent voice broke the awkward tension. Both men turned their heads. Ye Shuangxue sat up on the bed, her little round face still sleepy, rubbing her eyes with both hands.

Xiao Jiang stared blankly at Ye Tian: “What’s that smell?”

“I… I dreamed the house was on fire…”

The eggs in the copper pot were getting blacker. Duan Qingshan couldn’t stand it and snatched the spatula: “I’ll cook. You dress the kids.”

After all, even he needed to eat—nobody, not even a pig, would touch eggs cooked by Ye Tian.

He also had no idea how these two children had grown up.

Ye Tian glanced at Duan Qingshan with disdain. This guy didn’t understand his role—a security guard thinking he could be a babysitter?

Not trustworthy.

Ye Tian watched Duan Qingshan. He held an egg in one hand, spatula in the other; the egg flew from his hand and landed perfectly on the spatula.

Ye Tian’s eyes widened.

Xiao Jiang exclaimed: “Uncle, you’re amazing!”

Ye Shuangxue slid off the bed and stood nearby, watching Duan Qingshan cook.

Being watched as he cooked gave Duan Qingshan a deep sense of satisfaction. A slight smile tugged at his scarred face. Wearing a hat that hid most of his face, his movements flowed effortlessly as he fried seven or eight eggs in a row.

Each egg was roughly the same size and shape, cooked perfectly.

Ye Tian watched, green with envy.

This guy, if he couldn’t kill Shen Jie, maybe he should abandon martial arts and become a chef instead!

After finishing the eggs, Duan Qingshan wasn’t done—he began making scallion egg noodles.

Before long, the aroma filled the whole house.

Looking at the bowls of neatly prepared scallion noodles, Ye Shuangxue stared at this odd uncle in awe: “Daddy… isn’t he our bodyguard? Why is he cooking?”

“Probably realized his combat skills aren’t enough, so he switched careers to become a babysitter,” Ye Tian said.

Duan Qingshan expressionlessly handed a bowl with two fried eggs to Xiao Jiang, then took a bowl for himself and squatted by the door to eat.

Ye Tian: …