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

Fu Yao sat in the passenger seat, looking at Xiang Yurou's distorted face in the rearview mirror, his brows furrowing slightly.

"Is this a bad idea?"

"There's nothing wrong with it; our trip is a private matter."

Cheng Ji said calmly, bent down to fasten Fu Yao's seatbelt, and then drove away.

Fu Yao nodded and said nothing more. She had only asked symbolically, after all, she wasn't generous enough to do favors for someone who disrespected her so much.

However, Cheng Ji's resolute attitude towards Xiang Yurou warmed her heart.

They had only been married a short time, and their marriage was still in its early stages. If Cheng Ji's attitude was vague and ambiguous, given her personality, she would definitely start overthinking things.

Thinking of this, Fu Yao's gaze softened as he looked at Cheng Ji.

Cheng Ji was driving expressionlessly when he felt Fu Yao's gaze. He turned around and saw her smiling gently at him, and his anger miraculously vanished.

Yes, he has now formed a new family with Fu Yao. He has such a good wife, why should he be so upset and let those people control his emotions?

Under Cheng Weihua's influence, Cheng Ji learned from a young age to keep his emotions hidden in front of others. Now that he has grown up for so many years, he rarely experiences strong emotional fluctuations.

But every time Cheng Ji sees Xiang Yurou, he thinks of her stepmother Xiang Su'e, who is sweet but bitter behind her back, and her blind and heartless biological father Cheng Bowen.

Whenever he thought of this "loving" couple, he felt sorry for his mother who had died young. Cheng Ji scoffed, his eyes icy cold.

"What's wrong?"

Fu Yao was staring at Cheng Ji's profile when he heard him laugh, but his face was full of anger. He couldn't help but ask with some confusion.

Cheng Ji paused, his thoughts returning, and shook his head. "It's nothing, just some unpleasant things coming to mind."

He didn't want to tell Fu Yao about these awful people, lest it spoil his mood. But Fu Yao was such a perceptive person; a quick thought gave him a pretty good idea of ​​what was going on.

She also wanted to know where Xiang Yurou came from, so Fu Yao hesitated for a moment before speaking, his tone still gentle.

"Is it because of that woman? Are you close to her?"

Cheng Ji's grip on the steering wheel tightened instantly, his brows furrowing. Seeing that the state-run restaurant wasn't far away, he simply stopped the car.

He took off his glasses and said in a somewhat stiff tone, "She is my stepmother's niece. She has been raised by her since birth and is treated as her own daughter by the couple."

Fu Yao was stunned when she heard this. She had just learned from Cheng Weihua that Cheng Ji was from a blended family, but she did not expect that he would have an "adopted sister"!

"But......"

Fu Yao frowned as he thought about Xiang Yurou's attitude towards Cheng Ji earlier. That was not the way a younger sister would look at her older brother.

Before this, Fu Yao had always thought that Xiang Yurou liked Cheng Ji.

Seeing Fu Yao's surprised expression, Cheng Ji's disgust for Xiang Yurou deepened, and he began to speak recklessly.

"Yes, you're right, that's exactly what she meant."

Fu Yao swallowed hard, somewhat stunned by the sudden news.

Now that things have come to this point, Cheng Ji no longer wanted to hide it, and Fu Yao, as his wife, had the right to know everything.

Cheng Ji gently took Fu Yao's hand. "I'm sorry, I don't think I've ever told you about my parents. It's not that I don't want to, but I don't know how to bring it up."

Cheng Ji gave a bitter smile and continued, "My mother passed away when I was five years old. As for him, well, he married a new wife in less than three months."

Fu Yao tightened his grip on Cheng Ji's hand. Although he already knew about this, hearing Cheng Ji mention it still made him feel uneasy.

"After we grew up, he wanted me to be with Xiang Yurou, but I didn't agree. Xiang Yurou took advantage of his connections and got into the army's cultural troupe. She acted like my fiancée and caused me a lot of trouble."

"Later... well, it turned out pretty ugly, and we haven't spoken to each other for three years now."

Cheng Ji's tone was calm, but Fu Yao could hear the deep sadness in it.

From Cheng Ji and Cheng Weihua's words, it's not hard to piece together what kind of life Cheng Ji had as a child.

Fu Yao looked at Cheng Ji's tense profile, his eyes filled with heartache.

"Don't be sad, you still have Grandpa and me. Live your life well from now on and ignore them."

Fu Yao grabbed Cheng Ji's large hand, his eyes extremely serious.

Cheng Ji stared blankly at Fu Yao's hands. The little girl's hands were soft and warm, like a piece of warm jade, warming his cold heart.

From childhood to adulthood, apart from his grandfather, no one cared about him; Fu Yao was the first.

Cheng Ji's Adam's apple bobbed, but he didn't speak; he simply held the little girl's hand tightly.

Seeing him like this, Fu Yao sighed silently. She touched her belly, wanting Cheng Ji to know he was pregnant as soon as possible.

At that time, he will have four more relatives in this world.

Xiang Yurou, who was mentioned by the two, was standing still, watching Cheng Ji and the others walk away in disbelief.

"Cheng Ji!"

Xiang Yurou yelled and threw her purse hard on the ground. Passersby looked at the young woman with curiosity.

"What are you looking at! Get lost!" Xiang Yurou said rudely, feeling that she was being mocked.

"Hey! How can you talk like that, young comrade? You call yourself a soldier? Believe me or not, I'll go and tell the disciplinary committee."

"Which unit are you from? I'm going to find your superior."

The people immediately began to express their righteous indignation, each one speaking out in turn.

Seeing that she had aroused public anger, Xiang Yurou turned pale.

If they actually report it, I'm definitely doomed.

Xiang Yurou clutched the hem of her clothes, feeling extremely unwilling, but her expression softened.

"I'm sorry, comrades, I was in a bad mood just now, please don't mind."

Xiang Yurou gritted her teeth and bowed to apologize to everyone.

The group wasn't the kind of bad guys who would bully a little girl; they were just angry because they'd been scolded.

Seeing that Xiang Yurou had given in, they said a few words and then dispersed.

Xiang Yurou lowered her head, her hands clenched tightly, her eyes filled with hatred.

It's all Fu Yao's fault. If it weren't for her, Cheng Ji wouldn't have treated her so coldly, and she wouldn't have been bullied by these lowly people.

Xiang Yurou became angrier and angrier. She didn't even bother to pick up her luggage from the ground before running back to complain.