The next day, Wen Jiaojiao didn't notice anything and continued knitting. However, after a few such incidents, a flaw would eventually appear. Over the next few days...

Wen Jiaojiao then discovered that as soon as she started knitting a few rows of a sock, it would inexplicably grow much larger the next day.

She sat on the sofa in the study, looking at the man working at the desk opposite her, and said:

"Honey, do you think Mom secretly knitted my socks last night? Something feels a bit strange. I pricked one with my finger yesterday, and it was only half a finger long, but it's this long today?"

Wen Zhaoye lowered his head to sign the documents, a faint smile playing on his lips as he said:

"Look at her, she's already so suspicious just because she's pregnant. Does she have nothing better to do than sneak into our room at night?"

Ever since Xu Cuifen found out it was her third child, she's been constantly complaining that she hasn't made enough, and then she's been asking Wen Xiaojian to go around buying cotton so she can make a few more sets of cotton-padded clothes for the baby.

Wen Jiaojiao thought for a moment and said:

"That's true, she can't even finish her own work."

Wen Zhaoye's lips curled into a deep smile, then he yawned. He'd been working during the day and knitting socks at night for several days in a row, and he definitely wasn't getting enough sleep.

But the thought of my child wearing the little socks that Wen Jiaojiao and I knitted together still makes me feel happy.

That evening, while Wen Zhaoye was taking a shower, Wen Jiaojiao sat on the bed, took out a ruler, and measured the half-finished socks.

Although Wen Zhaoye's answer during the day was perfectly reasonable, she didn't believe it was just her imagination.

She measured the length of the scarf, and to avoid misremembering, she even made a mark on the ruler, murmuring:

"I don't believe there really is a fairy godmother in the world."

When Wen Zhaoye came out, he saw that she hadn't knitted a scarf. With a "snap," he lay down on his side on the bed. The mattress was extremely elastic, and Wen Jiaojiao bounced up with it. He lifted the covers and crawled in, saying:

"Wife, let's get down to business."

Wen Jiaojiao said with amusement:

"You're never idle, are you? You're working every day, aren't you afraid of getting tired?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Wen Zhaoye hurriedly pulled the blanket over their heads, and the only sound from outside the door could be the creaking of the bed.

Two hours later, Wen Zhaoye was also tired. He decided to give himself a day off and didn't secretly help with the knitting.

The next day, Wen Jiaojiao immediately placed the ruler on the scarf and found that it wasn't too much.

She asked in bewilderment, "Does pregnancy really make you lose your mind? I don't have much, but I always felt like I did before."

Listening to her murmurs, Wen Zhaoye suddenly felt grateful that he had taken a break last night after working non-stop for several days.

He was dressed and said with a laugh:

"Pregnant women tend to overthink things, it's normal for you, just don't think about it next time."

Wen Jiaojiao didn't say anything, but she still felt something was strange.

After all, she knew her own hand speed; normally, it would take her a week to knit a single sock.

However, for the past few days, it's been only one every three days, and the front half is always uneven in tightness, while the middle part is perfectly uniform, like it was machine-made.

She put down the bamboo basket; she had deliberately not woven anything today. That night, Wen Zhaoye noticed the person beside him had their eyes closed and their breathing even.

He picked up the bamboo basket again and went to the next room.

Little did he know, the moment he got up, Wen Jiaojiao opened her eyes. She quietly got out of bed, walked to the door of the next room, and saw Wen Zhaoye knitting a scarf with lightning speed.

She was both angry and amused at the same time.

I told you that wasn't right, but you kept pretending.

Wen Zhaoye was completely unaware of her presence, knitting diligently and neatly. Only when he glanced up casually did he meet a pair of beautiful, smiling eyes.

He paused, then quickly explained, "Honey, I just thought you were getting too tired from knitting."

If I were to knit it for you openly and honestly, you'd probably complain that it wasn't what you truly wanted, so I knitted it for you secretly.

Wen Jiaojiao stood at the door with her arms crossed, her beautiful face full of smiles. She teased, "That's good, but I didn't know you could knit."

Wen Zhaoye smiled somewhat embarrassedly, carrying the bamboo basket in one hand and pulling her back to the room with the other, saying:

“You know a lot of things, but now that you’ve discovered it, you don’t need to knit the rest. I’ll knit you a scarf just like it.”

Wen Jiaojiao sat down in bed and sighed softly:

"You knitted most of the three pairs of socks. You did everything. I feel so useless."

Wen Zhaoye sat down beside him, turned on the small desk lamp, and continued knitting the scarf, saying:

"You're in charge of giving birth; I'm sure I can't take your place."

Wen Jiaojiao: "When will you learn to knit?"

Wen Zhaoye continued working with his hands:

"I see you constantly complaining about loosening and tightening the knitting, unraveling and re-knitting, and Mom sitting next to you teaching you so many times, but I still haven't learned it. I, on the other hand, have picked it up from listening."

The first night I held the long needles and yarn, it felt incredibly natural.

Wen Jiaojiao: "No wonder he's a man who can operate a sewing machine; he's so good at handicrafts."

As the days went by, Wen Jiaojiao's belly gradually grew quite large.

During this period, Wen Zhaoye knitted two adult scarves and also knitted three more small scarves of the same style, claiming that the family of five was all together.

At night, Wen Jiaojiao leaned against the headboard when she suddenly felt a kick in her stomach. She looked at the man who approached in surprise and said:

"Honey, look, your child is kicking me!"

Wen Zhaoye stepped forward in surprise. The room was pleasantly warm. He knelt down beside her, lifted her nightgown, and stared intently at her stomach:

"Are they starting to move now?"

Wen Jiaojiao said with amusement:

"What idiotic statement? They've always been moving, okay? They're just moving harder now."

Wen Zhaoye lay on the bed staring for a while, and seeing that there was no movement in her belly, he was about to cover himself with his clothes when…

Suddenly, a protruding footprint appeared on her fair, round belly.

A glint of light appeared in his eyes, and his handsome face was filled with a broad smile. He eagerly raised his hand and lightly tapped the sole of his small foot:

"Who's so cheeky?"

Wen Jiaojiao's face was full of gentle smiles. He raised his hand to touch the stray hairs on the back of his head and said in a soft voice:

"I expect there will be a lot of trouble later, it will drive you crazy."

"How could I find my own child annoying?"

Wen Zhaoye disagreed with her point of view. After speaking, he raised his hand again to touch her stomach, and the next second, he felt himself being kicked again.

He laughed and said, "Your grandfather has gone mad. He's praying to Buddha everywhere, hoping you'll be boys, but your father would prefer that at least one of you be a girl like your mother."