Chapter 1

I have been dating my girlfriend Vivian White for five years, but we have never even held hands. One day, I somehow get drunk after just one glass of beer. Alcohol makes me lose my inhibitions, and I sleep with her. A month later, she tells me that she is pregnant with quadruplets. Soon, we get married. I give her a wedding gift of five million, and I add her name as co-owner of the house and car. I also sign a voluntary gift agreement to give her all my savings. Her condition worsens with every passing day, and her stomach becomes the size of a huge pumpkin. The doctor advises us to reduce the number of fetuses, but I object resolutely. "Every single one is a treasure to us. I can't bear to lose any of them. My mother said that if Vivian gives birth, she'll give her ten million for each son and five million for each daughter. She'll even give us a five-storey villa with a garden." I deliberately say all that because I accidentally overhear a conversation between Vivian and her friend, Michelle Lawson. "Rowan is now perfectly willing to raise my four babies, and he's transferred the house and the car to me. I'll even be able to get four separate sums of child support in the future. "I may even be able to marry into an elite family thanks to the quadruplets. After all, the more children I have, the higher my chances." It turns out that none of the four babies she is carrying are mine. In fact, they all have different fathers. —— I dated Vivian White for five years, but I'd never even held her hand. She would always dodge me gently and lower her head as she said, "I want to save myself completely until the day I get married." I cherished how chaste she was, and it made me respect her more. Finally, on the day of our fifth anniversary, she asked me to meet her at a hotel. There were candles and red wine, and the atmosphere was more romantic than it had ever been between us. She snuggled into my embrace. "I want to become yours tonight." When I woke up the next day, I saw the bloodstain on the sheets and felt troubled. Vivian was curled up at the side of the bed, crying. "You need to take responsibility, Rowan." I hugged her tightly and promised solemnly. "I'll marry you." A month later, she went home with me to meet my parents. As soon as she sat down, she took out a list from her bag and pushed it in front of my mother, smiling. "I don't come from a wealthy family, so your family can take charge of the wedding. I want three million as a wedding gift, and I want my name to be added to the house and the car. I want the gifts to be notarized. I'm not after money. I just want to make sure you have the right attitude." She turned to look at me and smiled as she asked, "You agree, don't you, Rowan?" Mom's expression changed. "Are you already coveting our family's assets before you're even married?" I held Mom back and tried my best to sound calm as I said, "A wedding gift of 300 thousand also shows our attitude. The house and car are fully paid for, so according to the law, it will only be common property if there are any loan payments made after we marry. Once the babies are born, property can be transferred to them." When Vivian heard me mention the law, she scoffed. She pulled out a piece of paper at a measured pace and placed it gently on the coffee table. "Look carefully. These four babies are yours." Her gaze swept over every single one of us, and she suddenly raised her voice. "I've decided to change the requests I made earlier!"