TNIBFT -Chapter 7 Are You in Heat or Something?

Ye Tian actually wasn’t eating meat today—and he even gave the fish to them?

Had Ye Tian really changed for the better?

Ye Yunting pressed his lips together, glancing at Ye Tian’s side profile. A faint trace of guilt rose in his heart, but it was quickly suppressed by reason.

Ever since they could remember, Ye Tian had abused the three siblings. Ye Yunting knew better than anyone what kind of person he was. No one could suddenly become a good person overnight—and this wasn’t the first time Ye Tian had deceived them.

With that thought, Ye Yunting silently picked up the two bowls of fish soup from the ground. The three siblings sat beside the large copper pot, happily drinking the soup as if it were New Year’s Day.

“It’s cold outside at night. From now on, you three can sleep inside,” Ye Tian suddenly said.

The room instantly fell so silent you could hear a pin drop.

The three siblings looked at each other, wondering if they had misheard.

After a long while, no one spoke.

The room remained quiet, the atmosphere awkward.

In ancient times, there wasn’t much in the way of entertainment. On such a cold day, once night fell, it was time to eat and sleep. Ye Tian grabbed a handful of dry firewood, dotted with peppercorns, and frowned.

“Don’t people around here eat pepper?”

Pepper?

Seeing the confusion in the children’s wide eyes, Ye Tian held out the dried pepper to Ye Yunting and said, “This—this is what I put in the fish soup just now. Pepper not only enhances flavor and removes the fishy smell, it also nourishes the body and warms you up. It’s good stuff. In this freezing weather, it’s perfect for making soup or as seasoning.”

“People around here?”

Ye Yunting frowned slightly, looking at Ye Tian with suspicion.

Under that gaze, Ye Tian felt a bit guilty. After all, this eldest son would one day become a regional overlord, ruling several cities—ambitious and warlike, constantly launching campaigns that shook entire nations. And now, even at just five years old, that sharp, perceptive look was already too much for Ye Tian to handle.

Ye Tian chuckled awkwardly. “What I mean is—we can use pepper to make money. If we think it tastes good, others will too. Once your dad earns some money, I’ll make sure you all eat well and live well.”

He looked rather pleased with himself.

“We could grind it into powder, or mix it with salt and other spices to sell. That way… that way people won’t know what we used.” Ye Hanjiang’s voice was as soft as a mosquito’s buzz. Hiding behind Ye Shuangxue, he only peeked out with half his head, his large dark eyes darting nervously at Ye Tian.

“Xiao Jiang is amazing!” Ye Tian praised him generously.

The little boy’s face flushed red, and he shyly hid behind his sister again.

In the future, Ye Hanjiang would become the richest man in the world. In the world of the book, nearly half of the wealth would be in his hands. Obsessed with money, he would never be satisfied—even with immense riches, he would continue hoarding wealth, indifferent to the suffering of others.

Ye Tian recalled that in the story, Xiao Jiang’s personality was shaped by his experiences. He had personally witnessed his sister being sold for fifty copper coins. Later, his brother went to find her and never returned. Young and timid, he believed the whole world had abandoned him. After narrowly escaping death, he was saved by the Ghost-Hand Divine Physician, which led to the life he would later live.

Most of Ye Hanjiang’s life was spent enduring ridicule. Fragile and sensitive, he lacked any sense of security, trying to use money to hold onto everything.

Looking at the three young faces that resembled his own, Ye Tian felt a mix of emotions.

He had transmigrated into this book and originally felt no attachment to these children—he could have just left. But after spending time with them, he realized he couldn’t do it. They weren’t just paper characters; to him, they were flesh-and-blood children who shared his bloodline.

Especially knowing the tragedies that awaited them, Ye Tian felt an even stronger urge to do something.

It’s not too late for everything!

“Wait!” Ye Tian suddenly stood up, then bent over and started feeling around on the bedboard. After a few seconds, he pulled out a few copper coins and excitedly placed them in Xiao Jiang’s hands. “This is all the money our family has. I’m entrusting it to you. Tomorrow, go buy some small pouches to hold pepper powder—we’ll test it out first.”

“Dad will definitely let you all live a good life…”

Before Ye Tian could finish speaking, Ye Hanjiang held the coins in both hands, sobbing uncontrollably with excitement.

The few copper coins felt burning hot in his tiny palms. Ye Tian had actually given him all the money he had secretly hidden, and even trusted him so much. The defenses in Ye Hanjiang’s heart instantly collapsed.

“Don’t cry. We’ll earn even more money in the future. Xiao Jiang, you’re the best—the best child.” Ye Tian patted his little head to comfort him.

Beside them, Ye Yunting frowned as he looked at Ye Tian without saying a word. No matter what Ye Tian was planning, after enduring three more days, he would take his younger siblings and leave for good.

Ye Shuangxue glanced at Ye Tian with her big eyes, then quickly looked away, pressing her lips together. She wouldn’t cry—Ye Tian, that big bad guy, must be pretending.

“Ye Tian!”

“Get your ass out here!”

A sharp female voice came from outside. Ye Tian frowned and looked toward the door.

In the middle of the yard stood a woman wearing a brightly patterned cotton jacket, her head wrapped in a green scarf, bundled up tightly. Widow Zhang stood in the snow, repeatedly lifting her feet in disgust, as if afraid something unclean might be in Ye Tian’s yard.

Ye Tian frowned. Who is this auntie?

Just as he was trying to recall, Ye Shuangxue beside him stood up nervously and whispered, “Widow Zhang is here.”

They had just argued with Zhang Fan, and Ye Tian had even stepped on his foot. Now that Widow Zhang had come knocking, it definitely wasn’t for anything good. Moreover, judging by how Ye Tian usually treated Widow Zhang—practically fawning over her like he’d never seen a woman before—who knew how he would beat them once she arrived?

The three children looked tense; the harmonious atmosphere from earlier vanished instantly.

Seeing no response from inside, Widow Zhang stormed in angrily. When she saw Ye Tian sitting calmly by the fire, she gritted her teeth in fury. “Well, well, Ye Tian.”

“So this is how you treat me?”

“When I’m not around, you bring these three little brats to bully my son? Let me ask you—do you still want to get into my bed or not?”

Her words were blatantly provocative.

Ye Tian turned red with embarrassment and glanced at the three children. The three little ones lowered their heads, acting as if it had nothing to do with them. Awkwardly, Ye Tian stood up and said seriously, “Ma’am, what are you talking about?”

“Get into your bed? Don’t you even have a mirror at home?”

“Besides, do I look like that kind of person?” Ye Tian retorted guiltily, trying his best to salvage his image.

Widow Zhang’s eyes widened in anger. In the past, whenever Ye Tian saw her, he was like a cat that smelled fish—clingy and shameless, with not a shred of dignity. And now he was putting on an act?

She pulled out her trump card, directly unfastening her cotton jacket and swaying her body as she walked toward Ye Tian. Her ample chest bounced beneath her thin inner clothing. Seeing Ye Tian’s expression change, a smug look appeared on her face as she stepped closer.

“Oh my god…” Ye Tian felt speechless. At her age, she was still using this trick? Those sagging “balloons”—what was there to look at? In his previous life, he’d seen plenty of the world—what kind of movie stars hadn’t he seen? And she still thought she could seduce him with this move?

“Ma’am, are you in heat or something?”