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

"What is he feeling guilty about?" Fu Yao frowned slightly, somewhat puzzled.

"Yaoyao, what are you saying? Why don't you put your hands in my pockets?"

As Cheng Ji pedaled his bicycle, he heard the little girl's muffled voice behind him and asked her with concern.

Fu Yao let out a somewhat slow "Ah," and when she saw the man turn his head to look at her, she quickly put her small hand into the man's warm pocket.

"I didn't say anything, I just felt something was strange."

Fu Yao organized his thoughts and softly recounted the scene he had just witnessed when he turned around, along with the strange feeling he had in his heart.

"So you think that this expression looks too out of place on Sun Guoqiang's face?"

Cheng Ji slowed down his pedaling speed, looking thoughtful.

"Yeah, don't you think? How could someone as cold-hearted as Sun Guoqiang possibly feel guilty? Unless he did something that even he himself would feel guilty about..." Fu Yao said, pursing his lips.

Suddenly, her expression froze, and the bicycle stopped at that moment.

Fu Yao looked at Cheng Ji, who had turned around, and both of their eyes gleamed with a strange light.

"That can't be..."

After a long while, Fu Yao swallowed and stammered.

"What's impossible about it?" Cheng Ji scoffed lightly.

"It's not uncommon for people to develop a fever after getting stitches, but a dangerous case like Tiger's is practically impossible."

"Moreover, they didn't take any effective measures. Do you remember Tang Feng's expression when she heard us say we'd help?" Cheng Ji added.

Fu Yao nodded. "I remember, if Sun Guoqiang hadn't interrupted, she probably would have wanted us to help her."

"But if it's really as we suspect, then Sun Guoqiang is really too ruthless, even capable of manipulating such a young child."

Fu Yao shivered, both from the cold outside temperature and from the chill that came from understanding Sun Guoqiang's sinister intentions.

Seeing her shivering, Cheng Ji quickly shielded her from the cold wind with his body.

"Since he's put on this show, he'll definitely have more tricks up his sleeve."

"Stop thinking about it, let's go home first."

Cheng Ji rubbed Fu Yao's nose, which was red from the cold, and then gestured for Fu Yao to get in the car.

This time, Cheng Ji pedaled much faster.

Fu Yao obediently hugged the man's lean waist and buried her face in his broad back.

I got home at 7 p.m.

The quadruplets were coaxed into eating by their mother, and now they are playing with their toys in the main room.

Upon seeing the two return, they all rushed over.

"Mom and Dad, you're back!"

"Mom, you and Dad are finally back!"

"Dad, Mom!"

"Hug me, I want a hug!"

A series of sweet, childlike voices rang out in the main room. Looking at the heavy little dumpling on his thigh, Fu Yao's face, which was stiff from the cold, slowly broke into a smile.

"Okay, okay, Mommy will hug you after I change my clothes."

Fu Yao took off his gloves and touched An An's chubby chin.

Because she had just come back from outside, Fu Yao's hands were still a little cool. An An shuddered when she was touched, and her chubby cheeks trembled.

Who would have thought that the quadruplets who was in the worst condition at the time would become the fattest one of them two years later?

Thinking of this, Fu Yao's smile deepened.

After changing their clothes, the couple held all four children in their arms.

Several children chattered excitedly with Cheng Ji, and Cheng Ji responded gently without the slightest impatience.

Fu Yao observed their expressions and, seeing that they no longer had the same aggrieved look as they had during the day, felt relieved.

She was genuinely worried that Lotus's mother's actions today would leave a shadow on the children.

Fortunately, the children were determined, and with her and Cheng Ji guiding them immediately, none of them were left with any psychological trauma.

Moreover, the four children were born of the same mother, and their relationship was closer than that of ordinary siblings. Even without other playmates, they could still enjoy themselves.

As Fu Yao thought this, his expression softened even more.

She pinched the soft, smooth little face in her arms, and when she saw him shyly covering his face with his hand, she laughed out loud.

"I'm still shy around my mom!"

After saying that, Fu Yao pinched the other few in the same way.

The children's chattering voices and warm little bodies gradually relaxed Fu Yao, who was feeling somewhat depressed.

She glanced at the smiling eyes of the man beside her, knowing that Cheng Ji felt the same way.

After playing with the children for a while, Fu Yao noticed they were yawning and urged them to go back to their rooms to sleep. As for Cheng Ji, he went to the kitchen and brought over the food that Zhang Ma had heated up.

"Asleep? Come and eat. You haven't been eating on time these past few days. Is your stomach upset or something?"

Cheng Ji looked at Fu Yao with concern. The warm yellow light shone on his cold and handsome face, adding a touch of tenderness.

"I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the bed. My stomach doesn't hurt, I just feel a little tired."

Fu Yao shook his head and pulled the man to sit down at the dining table.

"Thanks a lot."

Hearing Fu Yao say he was tired, a pang of heartache flashed in Cheng Ji's eyes.

"It's alright, it'll all be fine once it passes."

Fu Yao smiled, picked up his chopsticks, and put a piece of green vegetable into Cheng Ji's bowl.

"Eat more vegetables, the weather is dry in winter."

"Okay." Cheng Ji nodded, then returned the favor by picking up his chopsticks and filling Fu Yao's small bowl to the brim.

Seeing Fu Yao eating contentedly with his bowl in hand, he chuckled softly before picking up his own bowl.

The two tacitly avoided discussing Sun Guoqiang's affairs at the dinner table.

After dinner and washing up, Fu Yao lay in Cheng Ji's arms, and the two of them casually recounted the events that had occurred at the hospital that evening.

"Something's not right. The more I think about it, the more something seems off."

Fu Yao propped himself up against the man's chest, his eyes filled with seriousness as he looked at Cheng Ji.

"Ah Ji, think about it. If Sun Guoqiang wanted to ruin our reputation, why didn't he react at all when we talked about that nurse today? That's not like his usual self."

"Also, I initially thought it would be difficult to determine whether Jianjian and the others pushed Huzi, but Sun Guoqiang admitted it after being criticized a couple of times. Do you think that's like him?"

Fu Yao frowned slightly, her beautiful face full of seriousness.

Seeing her excited expression, Cheng Ji stood up and pulled her into his arms.

"I also felt something was wrong, so I just called Qian Gang and asked him to go to the hospital to keep an eye on things."

"Using his only bloodline as a raft, I think Sun Guoqiang must have a grand scheme in mind this time."

Cheng Ji's eyes were deep and dark as he rhythmically stroked the back of the little girl in his arms.

"So what should we do?"

Fu Yao nestled in the man's arms, her expression showing some worry.

"To remain unchanged amidst constant change is to make more mistakes."

Cheng Ji only said one sentence, and Fu Yao calmed down.

Yes, the more you do, the more mistakes you make. People aren't precision measuring instruments. If Sun Guoqiang really did use Hu Zi's body as a raft, as they suspected, he might not be able to accept the consequences.

Fu Yao recalled the child who had cried in Tang Feng's arms because of a fever, and a trace of pity flashed in his eyes.