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

"Then tell the whole story."

Cheng Ji pulled the angry Kang Kang onto his lap to hold him still, looking him straight in the eye.

Kang Kang gritted his teeth, clenched his little fists, and his eyes were bloodshot.

The other three children stood to the side, looking anxious.

To prevent the situation from escalating, Fu Yao spoke up at the opportune moment.

"Baby, Mom and Dad believe in you unconditionally. You are usually so well-behaved and sensible, Mom and Dad think you wouldn't push Tiger on purpose."

"But Tiger is injured now, and Mom and Dad need to find out about this as soon as possible. Otherwise, you'll really become bad kids in other people's eyes."

"So, please tell Mom and Dad, okay?"

Fu Yao spoke softly, and the children's eyes were filled with struggle.

"Mom, it's not Erguo, it's Huzi, it's Huzi!"

An'an took small steps and eagerly grabbed Fu Yao's hand.

"What's wrong with Tiger?" Fu Yao asked, touching An An's warm hand.

"Tiger, Tiger..." An'an frowned, her words somewhat incoherent due to her anxiety.

Fu Yao found it very puzzling.

"Idiot! Big brother said it!" Pingping couldn't stand it anymore and started directing Jianjian.

Jianjian pursed his lips and recounted what had happened that afternoon.

"So, in other words, Tiger argued with you guys about me and his mother, lost the argument, and then fell down on his own, right?" Fu Yao concluded.

"Yes!" An An nodded emphatically.

Jianjian and Pingping nodded as well.

"He said my mother was a bad woman, and that her death was tragic, and so on. I was so angry that I wanted to hit him, but he just fell down on his own," Kang Kang finally spoke up.

Fu Yao and Cheng Ji exchanged a glance, neither of them expecting that Hu Zi, a three-year-old child, would say such things.

Furthermore, what does Sun Qianqian's death have to do with her? Fu Yao thought about many things for a moment.

Was Tiger's injury an accident? And what role did Sun Guoqiang play in all of this?

"So why didn't you tell Dad about this this afternoon?"

Cheng Ji's eyes swept over the quadruplets.

"Because, because Tiger was bleeding and crying so badly, we were worried that you and Mom would be angry, so we didn't dare to tell you."

Jianjian glanced cautiously at Fu Yao and Cheng Ji.

Fu Yao sighed as he looked at the quadruplets' cautious manner and pulled them into his arms.

"Don't think like that. Your parents will never be angry with you. Your parents will always be there for you."

"If something like this happens again, you must tell your parents immediately. If your parents aren't home, tell Grandma Zhang and Grandma Wu. Okay?"

"Yes!" the quadruplets responded in unison.

The minor incident was thus resolved. The quadruplets were taken to rest by Zhang Ma and Wu Sao, while Fu Yao sat with his legs crossed, waiting for the freshly baked sweet potatoes.

"Ah Ji, what about the Sun family? I trust the kids, they wouldn't lie to me."

Fu Yao rested his hand on his forehead, his tone somewhat weary.

"There's nothing to say. Since it wasn't their fault, we've just gone through the motions today."

Unless blood was drawn and stitches were needed, parents generally wouldn't pay much attention to the children's roughhousing in the compound.

After all, with so many kids in the compound, there were bound to be times when they'd quarrel and fight. If the adults tried to interfere in everything, it would only create awkwardness in the relationship.

Anyway, kids will make up in a couple of days.

Moreover, Cheng Ji was very bothered by what Hu Zi said. Such a young child, already harboring hatred; the Sun family's upbringing was truly subpar.

He even couldn't help but suspect that Sun Guoqiang was behind it all.

"Don't let them play with that Tiger anymore. I will investigate this matter carefully to see if it was an accident or something else," Cheng Ji said in a deep voice.

Upon hearing this, Fu Yao straightened his expression and nodded earnestly in agreement.

"Okay, I'll tell the kids."

After finishing their business, both husband and wife were completely hungry.

At this moment, the sweet potatoes being roasted in the stove slowly emitted an enticing sweet aroma. Fu Yao got off the chair and stared intently at the glowing fire in the stove.

"Wait a little longer, it'll be ready soon."

Cheng Ji half-squatted on the ground, and when she saw her coming over, he quickly pulled out a small table for her.

Fu Yao sat upright on the small table, knees together, hands supporting her face in her hands.

She hadn't eaten roasted sweet potatoes in a long time; in the countryside, they were a rare treat for children.

Fu Yao turned her head and looked at the man who was intently turning the sweet potato over, and her heart softened.

She raised her hand and touched Cheng Ji's somewhat stiff hair roots.

"Ah Ji, are you in a bad mood?"

"Because you were mean to Kang Kang?"

From the start of the meal, Fu Yao noticed that the man was more silent than usual.

At first, she thought Cheng Ji was tired because of what happened today, but later, she gradually realized what was going on.

The children were somewhat frightened by Cheng Ji's serious demeanor today.

As their father who spends every day with them, Cheng Ji must have noticed these subtle emotions.

"It's because of him, but I don't regret it."

Cheng Ji paused for a moment while holding the fire tongs, but still frankly admitted it to his wife.

"He's so young, and he already knows how to throw tantrums at you. If I don't do something about it, what if the others follow suit?"

"Besides, as I said before, no one in our family can make you unhappy. I can't, Grandpa can't, and neither can they."

Cheng Ji turned his head, his gaze fixed intently on Fu Yao. The firelight illuminated his dark, glassy eyes, making them appear exceptionally bright.

Fu Yao knew that Cheng Ji wasn't just trying to appease her; for over three years of marriage, Cheng Ji had indeed been putting his words into practice.

"Okay, I understand. Thank you, Aji. No matter when or in front of anyone, you always stand firmly by my side."

"I'll talk to the children. You put so much effort into them, so it's good that they're not really afraid of you."

Fu Yao smiled and touched the man's high, straight brow bone.

Cheng Ji didn't say anything more, but the atmosphere around him was much calmer.

Fu Yao breathed a sigh of relief and slowly began to enjoy the fragrant sweet potato.

The small kitchen was filled with delicious aromas. The couple huddled together, chatting quietly.

Meanwhile, the atmosphere in the hospital was oppressive and stagnant.