TNIBFT -Chapter 74 Why Do I Feel Inferior?

Ye Yunting’s expression was awkward. Seeing his younger brother and sister staring at him, his little face flushed, and his eyes darted nervously. “It’s not that I forgive him… I mean, he’s treated us well all this time. If we ignore him, over time, he’ll feel hurt. If he feels hurt, he might leave. It’s not that I don’t care about him—I just fear that if he leaves, we won’t be able to go to school and life will go back to the way it was before. Understand?”

Ye Yunting spoke all at once, his gaze anxious, afraid that his siblings might see through his inner feelings.

He had always insisted that Ye Tian was pretending to be nice to them.

That Ye Tian’s kindness was false, a calculated act of a petty person.

But now… he cherished the warmth of Ye Tian’s hand, the smell of his cooking. Even if the food wasn’t tasty, Ye Yunting was certain that Ye Tian’s meals were the warmest in the world.

And Ye Tian’s nagging made him feel constantly cared for.

So many little things in daily life made Ye Yunting nostalgic.

Ye Shuangxue blinked her big eyes rapidly.

Xiao Jiang nodded vaguely, looking at Ye Yunting with admiration in his tiny eyes. As the eldest brother, he really thought about everything thoroughly.

Ye Shuangxue flicked her small hand, slinging her schoolbag over her shoulders, and trudged through the snow. “I don’t care. As long as Ye Tian doesn’t leave, that’s enough.”

Xiao Jiang nodded too. “I’ll follow whatever big brother says.”

“From now on, I can call him Dad too.”

A blush spread across Xiao Jiang’s fair cheeks. He was timid, but being with Ye Tian gave him a sense of security. He wished he could always be with Ye Tian.

More than anything, he wanted, like other children, to have a dad.

Dad?

Dad!

In his mind, Xiao Jiang imagined all sorts of expressions on Ye Tian’s face. His small mouth opened and closed as he whispered softly, his voice tender and childish, full of joy. He waved his hands and feet excitedly.

Following behind Ye Yunting, he shouted across the open snowy field, “Dad! I have a dad too!”

His voice was bright, echoing endlessly.

Happiness seemed contagious.

On Ye Yunting’s normally expressionless face, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and his gaze softened in a rare moment.

Ye Shuangxue carried her backpack, turned to glare at Xiao Jiang, and said lightly, “Stop shouting. If someone hears, they’ll think my brother’s gone crazy. Like you’re the only one with a dad.”

Ye Shuangxue pouted proudly, murmuring under her breath as she ran home with the wind at her feet.

“Sister, wait for me!” Seeing Ye Shuangxue run ahead, Xiao Jiang waddled after her like a little penguin, clumsily jogging.

“I’ll be the first one home to call Dad!”

Ye Shuangxue shouted as she ran, “That way Ye Tian won’t leave. I run faster than you guys!”

The little girl, after saying this, didn’t forget to turn back and make a funny face at her brother and younger brother.

“Sister!”

Xiao Jiang stomped angrily, his little face flushed, looking at Ye Yunting, hoping he would stop Ye Shuangxue.

Ye Yunting smiled. “Let’s hurry home too.”

With that, the three little ones, backpacks on their backs, ran across the vast snowy plains. Their breath hung in tiny clouds on their eyelashes, and the cold wind couldn’t stop the three children racing home as fast as they could.

…

“So this is your home?”

Sun Wuji looked around with disdain. Seeing the dilapidated house, half of it already collapsed, he shook his head at Ye Tian. “Apart from these few pieces of furniture, this place is worse than the doghouse I live in. If I’d known your place was like this, I wouldn’t have come.”

Sun Wuji plopped down unapologetically in front of the fire.

Ye Tian was speechless.

“Like I even invited you?” Ye Tian retorted, unbothered.

Sun Wuji pouted, then continued, “We’re having hotpot tonight, right? You can cook that, can’t you?”

His tone was blunt, treating himself as if he were at home.

“Hotpot at noon and hotpot at night? You’ll need to see a proctologist,” Ye Tian said sarcastically while washing rice.

Proctologist? Who?

Sun Wuji didn’t understand, but he didn’t care either. Seeing that Ye Tian didn’t agree, he stomped his legs on the ground repeatedly and rubbed them together: “I don’t care, I don’t care. I, the old man, want to eat hot pot! I want to eat hot pot!”

His tone was stubborn.

Ye Tian turned his head and immediately felt a black line running across his mind. This was exactly like a child rolling on the ground and throwing a tantrum—but with a head full of white hair, it was completely mismatched!

Not even his three children had ever acted like this.

Ye Tian ignored him outright and adopted the posture of a post-’90s parent: “You roll on the ground—roll a hundred times—and then I’ll make you hot pot.”

Sun Wuji froze.

He looked up at Ye Tian with a wronged expression. Seeing that Ye Tian didn’t respond at all and continued with what he was doing, he realized that trick wouldn’t work on him.

Sun Wuji was annoyed. His eyes shifted, and he stood up, following Ye Tian, smiling: “Aren’t you trying to learn the art of strengthening your body? Do you want me to teach you?”

His tone was sincere and filled with temptation.

Sun Wuji’s combat ability in this story was absolutely in the top three. If he could teach Ye Tian, the thought of his future martial strength was unimaginable.

He quickly nodded: “Don’t just talk about one hot pot meal. Ten meals a day, as long as the senior wants it, I’ll arrange it immediately.”

“That’s better.”

Sun Wuji hadn’t finished speaking when the heavy door curtain was lifted. Cold wind mixed with snow rushed in, stirring the small flames in the fire.

“It’s you?”

“Good disciple?”

Ye Shuangxue and Sun Wuji looked at each other and spoke simultaneously.

Ye Shuangxue lowered the curtain, her face darkened, and she entered the room on her own, asking sternly: “Why are you in my house?”

“Good disciple, you’re done with school?”

Sun Wuji, like a devoted dog, hovered around Ye Shuangxue, reaching for her schoolbag.

Ye Shuangxue didn’t let go.

Seeing that his disciple was giving him a cold shoulder, Sun Wuji immediately smiled: “Don’t overthink it. It’s your father. He invited me here. If you don’t believe me, ask him.”

Ye Tian was a beat slow, and Sun Wuji urged: “Quickly explain it to my disciple!”

Ye Shuangxue looked up at Ye Tian.

Ye Tian hurriedly said, “Yes, yes, yes. I invited the senior to our home. It’s snowing heavily outside, and I felt sorry for him… after all, at his age…”

This reason…

Sun Wuji had a black line across his forehead. Somehow, it felt a little degrading.

The atmosphere was slightly awkward.

Sun Wuji trailed behind Ye Shuangxue, grinning foolishly. Ye Tian glanced at him: “Tonight, I’ll make you a dry hot pot. I promise it’ll taste good.”

Basically, it was stir-fry hot pot.

If it weren’t hot pot, Sun Wuji would definitely throw a tantrum.

Hearing it was hot pot, Sun Wuji smiled, following Ye Shuangxue: “Disciple, the mind technique I mentioned last time… I’ve thought about it, it wasn’t the best. The one I’m teaching you now will definitely achieve twice the result with half the effort.”

Ye Shuangxue’s little face fell. Who on earth was this lunatic?

She completely ignored Sun Wuji.

Sun Wuji panicked and started pacing around.

Seeing Ye Tian picking vegetables, Ye Shuangxue stepped forward a few steps, mentally psyching herself up. It’s just saying “Dad,” she thought. She could do it!

“Cough!” Ye Shuangxue lightly cleared her throat to calm herself.

Hearing her daughter cough, Ye Tian quickly looked up at her. “Boom boom boom…” Ye Shuangxue’s heart instantly raced.

Seeing Ye Tian looking at her with concern, she panicked and tugged at the corner of her mouth: “I… I’ll help you pick the vegetables.”