TNIBFT -Chapter 6 I Saw You Put Something Inside

In the book, the one who takes revenge on him is Ye Shuangxue. As long as he builds up enough favorability, would this little girl still be able to bring herself to do it?

Ye Tian’s mind was already busily calculating. Starting now, he would break them down one by one—beginning with Ye Shuangxue.

Having made up his mind, Ye Tian worked even harder to put on a good performance.

As he spoke, he hooked his foot around the wooden stump on the ground and nudged it over beside Ye Shuangxue.

His face was practically fawning—as if saying, “See? I’m not bad, right?”

With her messy, bird’s-nest hair and a soot-smudged little face like a tiny tabby cat, Ye Shuangxue stared at Ye Tian with confusion. Her black, gem-like eyes were full of suspicion, and her small brows stood upright, making her look exactly like an angry little bird.

Had Ye Tian run into something unclean today?

He actually called her “Princess”?

That was a crime punishable by death.

And now he was even giving her a stool to sit on—was he planning to sell her off again?

Her little face was full of bewilderment. This dazed, adorable appearance had not the slightest resemblance to the mass-murdering demon lord she would become in the book. Smiling, Ye Tian reached out, wanting to ruffle her hair. The little girl instinctively dodged, thinking he was about to hit her again. Seeing her resistance, Ye Tian chuckled and extended his “evil claw,” grabbing her head and rubbing it vigorously. The little one rolled her eyes and let him mess with her, completely motionless.

“Hahaha…”

“Other girls are like little rabbits—why are you like a little lion?” Ye Tian laughed loudly, only to find the three children staring at him as if they had seen a ghost.

Ye Tian awkwardly twitched his lips and quickly withdrew his hand.

Then he looked at his freshly washed palm—it had already turned dark and grimy again. Black lines filled his face. Just how long had this little girl gone without washing her hair? It was practically staining his hands.

Ye Shuangxue secretly glanced at Ye Tian. The firelight painted her small face red. His hand had been large and warm. Watching his side profile as he seriously cooked, she bit her lip, silently changing her mind.

Slowly torturing Ye Tian to death would be too painful.

When she grew up and took revenge, she would just kill him with a single strike—give that bastard Ye Tian a quick death.

The family of four sat around the copper pot in silence, each harboring their own thoughts.

Gurgle!

Gurgle!

The pot bubbled as the fish cooked, turning the clear water into a milky white broth. Ye Tian casually picked up a wooden ladle from the ground and gave it a couple of stirs. There was no oil, no salt—no seasonings at all. This kind of fish soup would be unbearably fishy and hard to drink. Remembering the pepper in the firewood pile, Ye Tian stood up, grabbed the crushed pepper from a stone in the corner, and sprinkled a handful into the pot under the puzzled gazes of the three siblings.

So he really was going to poison them.

Ye Shuangxue’s dark, round eyes widened as she nervously looked toward Ye Yunting.

Inside, she cursed Ye Tian countless times. This heartless beast—poisoning them openly right in front of them—he truly deserved to die!

Ye Yunting stiffened as if facing a great enemy.

Ye Hanjiang lowered his head, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

The atmosphere in the room instantly grew tense. Noticing the children’s change, Ye Tian was puzzled.

The fish soup boiled vigorously in the copper pot. Ye Tian quickly stirred with the ladle. A spicy, fresh aroma suddenly rushed into the air, rich and intoxicating. The fragrance of fish spread everywhere. The three children lowered their heads, swallowing their saliva again and again. Even knowing Ye Tian had “poisoned” it, they were far too hungry to resist the temptation of food.

Gulp!

Hearing the sound of them swallowing, Ye Tian smiled, picked up a chipped bowl from the ground, and filled it with fish soup.

“Eat more. If you’re full, you won’t go hungry tonight.”

Yes… if a person is dead, would they still feel hungry?

Ye Shuangxue bit her lip silently, hating how weak she was—too powerless to resist Ye Tian.

Ye Yunting swallowed hard, quickly stood up, and signaled to his younger siblings. Then he led them toward the door. Between eating one meal now and being able to eat regularly in the future, he knew which mattered more.

Seeing the three children suddenly about to leave, Ye Tian paused mid-motion while ladling fish soup. “Where are you going?”

Ye Yunting replied, “Those were your rules before. When you eat, we’re not allowed inside.”

As long as they didn’t eat anything Ye Tian gave them, he wouldn’t be able to poison them.

Only then did Ye Tian remember—before this, the original owner had always eaten alone. Only after he was full would he occasionally let the three siblings drink a little soup. Worse still, he never treated them like human beings. He ate the food they had begged for, insulted them as dogs, and beat or scolded them at the slightest provocation.

Looking at Ye Yunting’s cold little face, Ye Tian stood up awkwardly. After a moment of silence, he said, “I know I was wrong before. As your father, I failed in my responsibilities and made you suffer.”

At these words, all three siblings raised their heads at once, their dark eyes wide with shock and confusion.

Ye Tian’s expression was serious, his gaze filled with guilt.

He stepped forward, pressed Ye Shuangxue down onto a wooden stump, and held her small shoulders as he continued earnestly, “I know I was wrong. I deserve to die a thousand times, but I am your father—blood is thicker than water. Give me a chance. I’ll change. From now on, I’ll take good care of you.”

Ye Shuangxue frowned slightly, as if weighing whether his words were true.

Ye Yunting didn’t believe him. He wanted to see what Ye Tian was really up to.

Ye Hanjiang hid behind his brother, staring at the milky-white fish soup in the copper pot, secretly swallowing his saliva.

Seeing that the three children didn’t respond, Ye Tian hurriedly picked up the bowl of fish soup from the ground and held it out to Ye Shuangxue. “Here, drink some first. There’s a big piece of fish in it too.” His expression was ingratiating, his eyes full of hope—but to Ye Shuangxue, he looked exactly like a scheming villain.

Ye Shuangxue pouted. “I saw you put something inside.”

“You don’t want to sell me anymore—you want to poison me instead. Is it because I secretly call you names all the time?”

The little girl stubbornly turned her head away, refusing even to look at him.

“Poison?” Ye Tian was speechless. He glanced at Ye Yunting and Ye Hanjiang—both boys wore the same cold, certain expressions, clearly convinced he had poisoned it.

He laughed helplessly. “What I added was pepper—from the firewood pile. You probably don’t recognize it. This soup definitely isn’t poisoned. If you don’t believe me, I’ll drink it first.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Tian took a large gulp.

The bland fish soup nearly made him gag.

“See? I’m fine, right?” Ye Tian frowned, then handed the chipped bowl to Ye Shuangxue. The rich aroma drifted up, filling her nose. She pressed her lips together, hesitated for a moment, then—almost as if possessed—took a sip.

The warm soup slid down her throat into her stomach, soothing all her emotions. A faint spiciness stimulated her taste buds, and with just one mouthful, her whole body felt warm.

Ye Shuangxue’s eyes lit up instantly.

Ye Yunting rushed over anxiously. “Sis, how are you?”

Ye Hanjiang also hurried closer, his big eyes fixed on her.

Ye Tian said nothing more. He returned to his seat and continued dividing the fish soup.

“Brother, try it! This is the best thing I’ve ever eaten—hurry and taste it!”

Ye Shuangxue eagerly held the bowl to Ye Yunting’s lips. The three children took turns sipping, their small faces filled with satisfaction and joy.

Ye Yunting turned his head and noticed two bowls of fish soup already prepared beside the copper pot, each with pieces of fish inside. Meanwhile, Ye Tian held only a bowl of clear broth, sitting alone in the corner, looking strangely lonely.

…Had he really wronged him?