He tricked the female lead into becoming his boyfriend, but then went on to criticize the male lead.

The sea breeze, carrying a salty, damp scent, swept over us. The beach was covered with water stains left by the receding tide, and seashells of all sizes were embedded in the soft, wet sand.

Sang Jiuning held her round, pineapple-like belly firmly with one hand and supported her lower back with the other.

Fu Xulan took her arm and deliberately slowed her pace, saying, "Tired? You weren't this delicate when you were pregnant with twins."

"Mom, although my belly is smaller this time than last time, I'm getting older, so I can't compare to how I was a few years ago." Sang Jiuning moved to a flat rock next to her with a bitter face, sat down sideways, leaned her back against the rock, and her cheeks were red from the sea breeze, but she looked healthy.

Behind him, Sang Tingyan carried a bamboo basket and held a small iron shovel in his hand. Every now and then, he would bend down and dig into the sand, and with each shovel, several plump cat's-eye snails would roll out. He would pick them up and throw them into the basket, chuckling as he said, "This island is really nice, with so many resources. I'll cook a pot of salted snails tonight, they'll be so fresh."

Just then, the sound of two chattering children came from the beach ahead.

Little Lemon, with her hair in double buns and wearing light yellow waterproof overalls, hopped and skipped forward, her short legs splashing water everywhere, looking just like a frolicking little yellow duck. Her sweet, childlike voice drifted over: "Mommy, hurry! It's high tide today, there must be big crabs hiding in the crevices of the rocks, I want to catch a whole bucketful!"

The little boy behind her, Mosquito, had a serious expression, just like Wen Zhaoci. Despite his young age, he had a cool and aloof air about him. He quickly caught up with his sister and gently tugged at the strap of her overalls.

"Run slowly, the rocks are slippery, and no one will help you if you fall." The little mosquito frowned and spoke seriously, "Also, you have to call me brother from now on. If you cry, I won't comfort you."

Little Lemon suddenly turned around, made a big funny face at him, revealing her two little tiger teeth, and said smugly, "Only brother cries!"

The little mosquito scoffed, "I'm not!"

Little Lemon turned to look at Sang Jiuning: "Mom is the crybaby! Last month, I got up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night and heard Mom secretly whimpering and crying in Mom and Dad's room!"

Upon hearing this, Sang Jiuning, who was sitting on the rock, froze instantly, her ears burning bright red, and she inwardly wailed.

Oh no, the two little ones' room is too close to the master bedroom, they heard everything, and now they've lost face in front of their elders.

She coughed awkwardly twice, quickly changing the subject: "Little Lemon, don't run around, be careful of seashells scratching your feet!"

Fu Xulan stood to the side, deliberately looking up at the distant sea, pretending to admire the scenery, but actually suppressing her laughter so hard that her shoulders trembled slightly, not wanting to expose her daughter's antics at all.

Sang Tingyan suppressed a laugh, lowered his head and continued digging for clams, pretending not to hear the child's innocent remarks.

Sang Jiuning looked down and touched her heavy belly, feeling both helpless and amused.

She had Wen Zhaoci massage her feet, and it wasn't what they thought.

Strangely enough, Wen Zhaoci had her tubal ligation done several years ago, so she was completely at ease about contraception and no longer needed to be careful with protection. As a result, she actually got pregnant again.

When Wen Zhaoci received the pregnancy test results, she was completely stunned. She sat on the sofa and stared at the test results for a full ten minutes, her eyes filled with despair.

I finally stopped needing a diaper rash, but then the third baby arrived.

This is like going back to square one.

At that moment, Sang Jiuning shoved the form in front of Wen Zhaoci, complaining pitifully, "It's all your fault! I have to suffer through pregnancy again, and now I have to endure ten months of this big belly!"

Wen Zhaoci reached out and pulled her into his arms, his tone full of innocence: "Wife, how can you blame me for all this? I clearly had the vasectomy a long time ago."

"It's all because you never take any extra precautions and leave it all inside!" Sang Jiuning punched his chest.

Wen Zhaoci immediately became serious and took her to a private hospital owned by his family for a check-up early the next morning. The doctor concluded that the probability of the vas deferens reversing naturally was extremely low, but they just happened to run into it.

There was no other way but to reschedule the second vasectomy, and I would need to have my semen checked regularly afterward to make sure there were no sperm at all before I could feel at ease.

As Sang Jiuning left the clinic, an embarrassing question popped into her head, and she couldn't help but whisper, "Do I have to do the follow-up sampling myself every time?"

Wen Zhaoci lowered his head, his warm lips gently brushing against her cheek, a mischievous glint in his eyes, and whispered, "No need, my wife can help me."

Sang Jiuning's mind went blank for a moment, and she froze, screaming inwardly: She shouldn't have asked such a shameful question!

Everyone at this private hospital, from the attending physicians to the nurses and cleaners, knows the couple.

Every time she went to the lab for a follow-up check-up, everyone in the room knew exactly what the two of them were up to, and every time she walked out, she wished she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

On one occasion, when she accompanied Wen Zhaoci out of the sampling room, they happened to run into the head nurse on duty, who greeted her with a smile: "Young Madam, I specially prepared lemon-scented hand sanitizer. Does it smell nice?"

At that moment, Sang Jiuning's cheeks were so hot they could fry an egg, and she kept her head down the whole time, not daring to look at anyone.

Since that incident, Wen Zhaoci had the entire top floor of the hospital converted into a private rest room. On the days when he had follow-up examinations, the top floor was designated as a restricted area, and no unauthorized personnel were allowed to approach.

Sometimes, when Sang Jiuning gets playful, she'll put on a clean white lab coat and personally check him over, carefully measuring with a ruler in her hand. Every time, she manages to make Wen Zhaoci's breathing become heavy.

"Mom! Why are you spacing out again!"

Little Lemon ran back and gently tugged at Sang Jiu Ning's clothes, pulling her wandering thoughts back to the beach.

Sang Jiuning bent down, carefully protecting her belly, and reached out to rub her daughter's soft bun. She chuckled helplessly, "I wasn't daydreaming. I was just thinking that when your father comes over, I'll have him cook seafood for us tonight."

The little mosquito stood quietly to the side, her logic clear despite her young age: "Dad only works three days a week, and he brings a cake every time he gets off work. He promised us a strawberry cake last time, so I should get one this time, right?"

Sang Jiuning nodded, smiling as she patted her son's head: "Absolutely."

Fu Xulan walked over and reached out to help Sang Jiu Ning slowly stand up: "Alright, you've been sitting for half a day, you should move around a bit. Walk slowly, let's dig for a little longer and then go back, so you don't get dizzy from the sea breeze."

Sang Jiuning nodded, holding her son's hand in one hand and her daughter's hand in the other, while Sang Tingyan, carrying a full basket of seafood, walked beside her, protecting her.

The salty sea breeze brushed against her cheeks, and surrounded by her family, Sang Jiuning couldn't help but secretly smile.