With the entire family's undivided attention, the four little ones stayed put until they were full-term, only then preparing to make their debut.
Multiple births often result in premature babies, but Ji Xiaosong had no intention of letting them come out that early.
'It's better for them to stay in my belly for even one more day.' She had her ways of ensuring they would survive and be safe.
「The day of the birth」
At three in the morning, the west wing of the Jiang's old house was suddenly illuminated by countless searchlights.
A security net of thirty-six drones sliced the night sky into a diamond-like grid.
Jiang Yao ripped off his tie and burst through the doors of the delivery room. He was immediately met with the sight of Mrs. Jiang, who was holding a gilded censer and chanting the Ksitigarbha Sutra. Agarwood ash drifted silently onto her custom-made qipao, which was embroidered with the full text of the Diamond Sutra.
