TNIBFT -Chapter 79 Calling someone “Dad” won’t hurt you

Ye Shuangxue scrunched her eyebrows and winked, looking at Ye Tian with a proud expression.

The little girl’s face was full of confidence, radiant with self-assurance.

This was exactly what the education experts from his past life had said: find a child’s shining points, discover their interests, and let them shine brightly.

The second child had indeed been raised correctly!

Thinking of the daughter described in the book, years later, Ye Shuangxue would possess a noble bearing, a strikingly cold beauty, and a wildly fierce personality that could kill without blinking. Ye Tian ran his large hand over his daughter’s little head and felt it grow warm. He squatted down, gazing at Ye Shuangxue with sincere eyes: “Bao’er, Daddy wants to discuss something with you.”

Bao’er?

Ye Shuangxue’s lips twitched slightly; her little face blushed as warmth spread through her chest.

Glancing at Sun Wujie entering the room, the little girl quickly straightened her expression: “Go ahead.”

Ye Tian was shameless.

He actually called her Bao’er? Does that mean “darling” or “precious”?

It sounded nice, but how embarrassing would it be if others heard it?

“Well, when you grow up… um…” Ye Tian stammered. He couldn’t just say, “When you grow up, don’t become a perverted killer,” could he?

Ye Shuangxue looked on curiously.

Sun Wujie watched Ye Tian with a puzzled expression. What idea was this guy trying to instill in his disciple this time?

“When you grow up, can you be like Sun Wukong? Only fight the bad guys, not the good ones,” Ye Tian said, speaking indirectly.

Ye Shuangxue blinked her big eyes: “Who are good people? And who are bad people?”

Uh…

Ye Tian was speechless. Had he spoken too soon? After all, she was only five years old. Just as he opened his mouth to explain, Ye Shuangxue reached out her small hand, gently touching Ye Tian’s hair. Her big eyes curved into a smile: “You have to always be good to me. When I grow up, I’ll listen to you. Whoever you tell me to hit, I’ll hit. Is that okay?”

Looking at his daughter’s delicate, adorable face, Ye Tian felt a pang in his chest. He tugged at the corners of his mouth and smiled: “Alright, come on, Daddy will make you some beef. I specially bought it for you to help you gain strength.”

Seeing the beef in Ye Tian’s hands, Ye Shuangxue shook her head: “No, I still need to practice my sword techniques a bit more.”

Ye Tian placed high hopes on her, and he could see the light in her eyes when she practiced. Every compliment and encouragement from Ye Tian became fuel for Ye Shuangxue. She had to do her best.

To make Ye Tian look at her with admiration. To make Ye Tian happy.

And to protect her loved ones!

Snow drifted gently outside. The little girl’s small hands were red from the cold, but she didn’t give up, continuing to swing the wooden sword with full focus.

Thrust.

Slash.

Parry.

Every move was executed seriously, her eyes firm with determination.

Ye Tian respected his daughter’s perseverance and nodded with satisfaction: “Keep it up. Daddy will rely on you to protect us in the future.”

At this moment, Ye Tian himself looked weak and helpless, like a rookie who needed protection.

Ye Shuangxue nodded earnestly.

Ye Tian looked up at the falling snow, worried about his daughter: “If the snow gets too heavy, we’ll practice tomorrow. The key to this is persistence; it’s not something you can achieve overnight.”

Sun Wujie stood in the middle of the courtyard, watching the father and daughter interact, a smile tugging at his lips.

This child, Ye Shuangxue, was exceptionally gifted, with outstanding innate talent. Most importantly, although she seemed impatient and quick-tempered, she could persevere and endure hardship—qualities most children lacked.

Ye Tian looked up and happened to meet Ye Yunting’s gaze.

Ye Yunting hid behind the doorway curtain, peeking out with just the top of his head. His eyes betrayed a clear interest in swordsmanship.

In the original story, Ye Yunting also had combat ability—without it, he wouldn’t become a major antagonist.

His combat skills had been forged in the slave arena; he had no finesse, only brute strength and physical resilience.

Seeing Ye Tian notice him, Ye Yunting quickly lifted the curtain and looked at him openly.

Hearing the conversation outside, Xiao Jiang rushed out from the room and wrapped his arms around Ye Tian’s legs.

“Dad! Are we having beef tonight?”

Ye Tian bent down and picked up his youngest son. At five years old, Xiao Jiang weighed barely over thirty pounds. Light as a feather in his arms, Ye Tian held him with one hand while carrying the beef into the house with the other.

Watching Ye Tian’s back, Ye Yunting furrowed his brows slightly.

In truth, he envied Xiao Jiang. The boy could naturally act spoiled, cling without restraint to Ye Tian, and even his younger sister would attract Ye Tian’s attention effortlessly.

But for himself…

There always seemed to be an invisible barrier between him and Ye Tian, like he could be ignored at any moment.

Ye Tian set Xiao Jiang down and pinched his armpits with a large hand.

“Do you want to learn martial arts with your sister? If you’re willing, Grandpa will also teach you. But once you promise, a true man must keep his word—you have to see it through, no giving up halfway.”

Xiao Jiang turned to Sun Wuji, who had just entered, and said, “I want to. When I grow up, I’ll protect Dad, protect my brothers and sisters.”

The little guy seemed to realize something was off and quickly added, “And I’ll protect Crazy Grandpa too.”

Sun Wuji: …

“Crazy Grandpa? I’m the grandpa! You’re the crazy kid!” Sun Wuji puffed his cheeks and glared, his face flushed, without a trace of a frown, looking like he was wearing a white wig.

“My son said something to you—what’s wrong with that?”

Ye Tian held Xiao Jiang and teased Sun Wuji, “Who even knows your surname? You never told us.”

“Not telling you.”

“Not telling you!” Sun Wuji pouted like a schoolkid, grumbling as he stuffed handfuls of peanuts into his mouth from the table.

Their interaction looked like bickering, but to Ye Yunting, it felt warm.

He was like an outsider, watching someone else’s story play out with cozy familiarity. Ye Tian then glanced at Ye Yunting. Flustered, Ye Yunting immediately looked down, avoiding Ye Tian’s gaze.

Ye Tian said, “Eldest, do you want to learn martial arts too?”

Ye Yunting lifted his head faintly, saying nothing.

Ye Tian continued, “Call me ‘Dad,’ and Crazy Grandpa will teach you immediately.”

“You little…”

Ye Yunting didn’t finish, as Sun Wuji lunged, preparing to hit Ye Tian. Xiao Jiang’s first reaction was to shout toward the doorway, “Sister! Crazy Grandpa is hitting Dad!”

“Where?”

The next moment, Ye Shuangxue stepped in, holding her small wooden sword. Lifting the curtain, she charged in, eyebrows raised, radiating killing intent.

Sun Wuji immediately backed down.

Waving at his disciple with a smile, he said, “Just playing. I was joking with your dad. Don’t believe me? Ask Ye Tian yourself.”

Sun Wuji’s eyes sought Ye Tian for help.

Ye Tian grinned mischievously, clutching his arm and collapsing to the ground. Ye Shuangxue seemed instantly triggered, rushing at Sun Wuji, who dodged while shouting at the man on the ground: “You shameless man! You framed an old man! Ye Tian, I won’t let this go!”

Watching the teacher and student chase each other around, Ye Tian sat on the ground laughing. Ye Yunting watched his sister’s back and found it amusing.

Suddenly, he felt a burning gaze on him. Ye Yunting turned and met Ye Tian’s eyes, his smile stiffening.

Ye Tian said, “Eldest, call me ‘Dad’ and you can learn martial arts. You won’t lose out.”