I suggest you investigate; this person doesn't seem to be a first-time reborn individual.

Hearing the busy tone on the other end, Lin Ran fell into deep thought.

My nephew and niece were born in September, and they were conceived for ten months, so they must have been pregnant in November or December of last year.

It's already mid-November, so they should have already had it by now.

Did I remember it wrong?

That shouldn't be the case. He remembers this very clearly. He even complained back then, "How can you have two at once?" and Lin Feng chased him down half a street for him.

He scratched his head, thought about it again, and felt that he should be right.

Born in September, counting back ten months, that's November, which is roughly now.

Should we call them again and ask them to check again?

You can't blame Lin Ran; he's never had a child before, so how would he know how to handle pregnancy?

The so-called "ten months of pregnancy" is calculated from the first day of the last menstrual period, totaling forty weeks. The actual time of conception is actually about two weeks later than this.

For a baby born in September, if we go back 40 weeks, the actual conception would be in January of next year.

Seeing Lin Ran sitting on the bed in a daze after hanging up the phone, Ding Fa asked, puzzled, "What's wrong, Fourth Brother? Why are you acting like you've lost your soul?"

"Oh, it's nothing. I just got back from a business trip and I'm jet-lagged."

Ding Facai was stunned for a moment, a little confused: "...Dude, you went to Beijing, what kind of time difference did you have?"

Lin Ran doesn't like the feeling of having her inner thoughts discovered by others, and the people in 108 can deeply relate to this.

He glanced at Ding Facai and changed the subject: "How did your chat with Feifei go?"

Ding Facai's attention was indeed drawn away. He sighed and leaned against the headboard.

"Sigh, it's failed again."

"What's wrong?"

"I told her I was a rich second-generation heir and asked her if she wanted to marry into a wealthy family."

"and then?"

Ding Facai looked dejected: "She told me to get lost."

Lin Ran sneered: "Didn't you understand her subtext?"

Ding Facai was taken aback for a moment, then perked up: "Fourth Brother, I'd like to hear the details!"

Lin Ran slowly began to analyze: "Look at the character '滚' (gǔn, roll). The left side has three dots of water, and the right side has an open '衣' (yī, clothing) character."

Ding Facai leaned closer, practically pressing his ear against it.

"What does this mean?"

"This means she was taking a shower at the time."

Ding Facai's eyes lit up, and he nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. Damn, Lin Laosi is something else!

Lin Ran continued, "What does the character '公' (gong, meaning public/official) under the character '衣' (yi, meaning clothing) represent?"

Ding Fa shook his head, somewhat bewildered.

"This means that she means—"

Ding Facai held his breath.

"I'm all done washing, honey."

Ding Facai's eyes widened: "What the heck? Why didn't you say so earlier?"

He grabbed his phone and started typing: "Feifei, I understand, I'm coming to find you right now..."

Liu Zhihua, who was eavesdropping in bed, was secretly learning something when he heard this and almost burst out laughing.

"Old Ding, don't learn from Lin Laosi. I've seen through it all. You won't learn anything worthwhile from him."

Lin Ran looked surprised: "Who said I wouldn't teach you anything? I'll teach you something useful right now."

This piqued everyone's interest, even Zhao Feiyu, who was texting Zhou Jiayi, took off his headphones and perked up his ears.

Zhou Jiayi has been sulking with him lately because he's not romantic enough, and he's almost driven crazy with worry.

"How so?" Ding Facai asked.

Lin Ran asked seriously, "Want to know how to make a girl feel romantic?"

The three nodded in unison.

"Borrow money from her."

"Borrow money?"

"Yes, borrow 9855."

"Don't spend this money, pay her back in installments over 100 years."

"That works out to 27 cents a day."

"I'll give her 13 cents in the morning and 14 cents in the afternoon."

"Every day is 1314, a lifetime is a hundred years! Applause, please!"

The group looked at each other, feeling that it made sense, yet also vaguely sensing that something was amiss.

Ding Facai, humbly asking, "What if we don't live to be a hundred years old?"

This time, Liu Zhihua chimed in: "There's always the next life, you can continue to repay it."

Lin Ran's eyes lit up, and she looked at him with admiration.

The brave are the first to enjoy the world; Zhao Feiyu has already taken the lead in borrowing money from Zhou Jiayi.

Dude, this time you're going to be incredibly romantic!

……

At the same time, in the girls' dormitory.

Ye Li lay on the bed, staring at her phone screen, her brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

She didn't get along well with her roommates. Relationships between girls are inherently delicate, and in addition, she spent most of her free time working part-time, so she didn't spend much time with her roommates. For her, the dormitory was more like a hotel.

After joining Momo, she basically spent all her free time in room 108, and had even less time to spend with her roommates.

Especially after Momo was hacked, her roommates now look at her with an increasingly strange gaze.

However, that's not what's troubling her right now.

She realized that the guy she had just met yesterday seemed a little off.

Ever since Lin Ran started chatting with this person on her phone yesterday, the conversation has gradually gone astray, constantly steering her towards topics related to relationships.

Even though she hadn't sent a single photo, the other party had already started asking strange questions indirectly.

What style of pajamas do you usually like to wear?

What time do you usually go to bed at night?

"Can I see your photo? Just a casual look."

……

Ye Li initially thought it was just a normal getting to know each other, since they had just met and it was normal for them to get to know each other better.

But this afternoon, the other party sent a direct message:

"Could I take a look at your legs?"

Ye Li stared at that line of text for a full ten seconds.

Then she threw her phone onto the bed.

Bah! What kind of male god is he? He's just a lecherous bastard.

This man doesn't even know what he looks like, yet he insists on looking at my legs. What's going on in his head?!

She suddenly remembered what her boss had done with her phone yesterday when he was chatting on it.

She initially thought her boss was messing with her, using such an outrageous method to get the phone number of her crush... ugh, the guy below.

Looking back now, could the boss have done it on purpose?

Could it be that the boss had already seen through this person's true colors?

She looked at the male actor's Momo profile again.

Those photos of abs, those suggestive words, those ambiguous posts.

Looking at it now, I feel that the meaning is completely different for some reason.

Why does he want Tang Chen to ban his account?

She suddenly felt a little fortunate.

I'm glad I didn't ask for his number myself, glad it was my boss who started the conversation that way, and glad I didn't discover his true colors only after we developed feelings for each other.

Huh?

and many more.

She froze for a moment.

Why did she feel that she not only wouldn't blame the boss, but should actually thank him?

This doesn't make sense.

The boss is clearly a scoundrel.

Ye Li stared at the ceiling, lost in thought.

Was I being manipulated by my damn boss?