On the day they got their marriage certificate, they had four babies in one pregnancy. What happened

After showing concern for Fu Yao, Cheng Weihua turned his attention to Cheng Ji.

"Take off your shirt and let me see how badly you're injured. You haven't been to work."

The old man spoke harshly, but the worry in his eyes was unmistakable.

"Let me help you." Seeing that Cheng Ji was having some trouble taking off his clothes, Fu Yao quickly got up.

Although Cheng Weihua was old, his eyesight was good. Seeing that there was no redness, swelling, or ulceration, he was relieved.

"Grandpa, I'm fine," Cheng Ji quickly explained, worried that the old man might be upset.

"I saw it, the skin wasn't even broken. You're getting more and more delicate as you grow up. Back in the day, the wound was so bad it exposed the bone, and you didn't complain at all."

Cheng Weihua glared at Cheng Ji with annoyance, but in his heart he didn't think there was anything wrong with Cheng Ji's way of handling things.

The Sun family really should rein themselves in.

Upon hearing Cheng Weihua's words, Fu Yao's gaze unconsciously drifted to Cheng Ji's back. Even with the ointment covering it, the scar running from his shoulder blade to his right rib was still visible.

Fu Yao dared not imagine how much pain Cheng Ji must have been in at that time.

Actually, she saw it yesterday when she was changing Cheng Ji's dressing, but at the time she didn't know that there was such a dangerous moment behind that wound.

She remembered asking Cheng Ji how it was done, and Cheng Ji's nonchalant answer.

"You'll always get injured on missions. It's nothing, just minor injuries, much lighter than what my teammates got."

Fu Yao pursed his lips and remained silent, simply draping a coat over Cheng Ji's shoulders.

Seeing this, Cheng Ji squeezed Fu Yao's hand reassuringly. Then, she playfully said to Cheng Weihua, "Well, I've just been too tired lately and wanted to rest for a couple of days."

"You, you." Cheng Weihua pointed at Cheng Ji with his finger, but didn't say anything more.

After the three finished discussing their business, the meal was ready.

"Come on, Xiao Fu, try this fish and see how it tastes." Cheng Weihua pushed the fish plate towards Fu Yao.

"Okay, Grandpa." Fu Yao nodded and picked up a piece of fish.

"How is it?" Cheng Weihua looked at Fu Yao with great anticipation.

"It's delicious, Grandpa." Fu Yao nodded with a smile.

Cheng Ji, however, saw through the mystery at a glance.

"I bet you secretly went fishing again, didn't you?" Cheng Ji said, picking up a large piece of fish belly meat and putting it into Fu Yao's bowl.

Fu Yao looked down at the fish belly meat in the bowl, his eyes slightly curved.

"You brat, don't talk about me like that. I haven't been there in a long time." Caught off guard, Cheng Weihua immediately puffed out his beard and glared at her guiltily.

"Alright, alright, I won't say anything more. As long as you know your limits," Cheng Ji said calmly, serving Fu Yao some food.

Fu Yao covered her mouth and chuckled as she watched the old man and the young man bickering. She found the way Cheng Ji and Cheng Weihua got along to be quite interesting.

However, it seems that Cheng Ji's parents were not seen this time either.

Fu Yao pursed his lips and took the matter to heart.

After thinking about it, she decided to try to find out more from Cheng Weihua indirectly.

The opportunity came quickly. After dinner, Cheng Ji was ordered by Cheng Weihua to deliver things to his comrades who lived in the same retirement home.

"Your grandfather Fang has been hospitalized recently; his health isn't good. He doted on you the most when you were little, so go visit him. As for Xiao Fu, forget it; there are too many people there, and you might not be able to take care of him."

"Okay." Cheng Ji nodded upon hearing this.

"Then you stay here and keep Grandpa company. I'll be back in a bit." Cheng Ji looked at Fu Yao with some concern.

"Okay, go ahead."

Seeing Cheng Ji leave, Fu Yao fidgeted with her fingers, feeling somewhat lost. Looking at the smiling Cheng Weihua, she suddenly felt as if her thoughts had been read.

"Xiao Fu, what's wrong? You've been staring at Grandpa the whole time while we were eating. Is something bothering you? Tell me, Grandpa will definitely help you." Cheng Weihua looked at Fu Yao with a smile.

Fu Yao had just figured out what to say in his mind when Cheng Weihua asked him that question, and he immediately panicked.

"Grandpa, you noticed?" Fu Yao's face fell immediately. Cheng Weihua noticed, but what about Cheng Ji?

Oh dear, why is she so impatient!

"Don't worry, we won't tell Xiao Ji." Cheng Weihua was amused by Fu Yao's actions and waved his hand.

Looking at Cheng Weihua's kind face, Fu Yao pursed his lips and softly voiced his doubts.

"Grandpa, I don't think I've visited Cheng Ji's parents yet. Are they too busy?"

Upon hearing this, Cheng Weihua paused, his expression becoming complicated.

When Fu Yao saw him like this, his heart skipped a beat.

"Don't be afraid, child."

Perhaps realizing that his expression was too serious, Cheng Weihua quickly reassured him.

"It's a long story. Xiao Ji's biological mother passed away when he was five years old, and he has lived with me ever since."

"Years ago, he had some conflicts with his father, and they never reconciled. That's why he didn't let you meet them."

"Child, I'm sorry, what our family did was not right. But don't worry, Grandpa has never looked down on you."

When Cheng Weihua talked about the conflicts between his children and grandchildren, his voice carried a hint of vicissitude.

Fu Yao looked at the old man with gray hair and felt a heavy weight in his heart.

She never imagined there was such a story behind it all. Cheng Ji's background was so similar to her own.

Although he has a father, judging from Cheng Weihua's tone, it's as if he doesn't exist at all.

Otherwise, why would someone leave such a young child with his grandfather, not even knowing that the child is married?

"Grandpa, I understand. I never felt that you looked down on me. On the contrary, I always felt that you cared about me and Cheng Ji."

"Don't be too sad, Grandpa. Take good care of yourself. You know, Cheng Ji and I are the only elders you can trust. You might even need to help take care of your great-grandchild someday!"

Fu Yao smiled gently, his hand unconsciously resting on his lower abdomen.

Looking at Fu Yao's actions and recalling Cheng Ji's health, Cheng Weihua's lips curled into a bitter smile.

But instead of shattering this beautiful illusion, he nodded happily.

"Of course, I'll definitely bring it every day."

Fu Yao smiled, his gaze towards his belly tender and gentle.

Babies, did you hear that? When you grow up, you must take good care of your grandparents!

Cheng Weihua lowered his head, trying to calm himself down. But when he saw Fu Yao's expression, Cheng Weihua frowned, and an unbelievable guess welled up in his mind.