Chapter 9: Let Chen Yuan Give It a Try? (Please Support and Vote)

“Come to your place?”

Chen Yuan’s expression faltered for a moment; he hadn’t expected Jiang Wanyi to say that.

“Since you have nothing to do during the holidays, consider it a part-time job. I’ll pay you a thousand a day, including today. You can teach me some experience. Right now, there’s no transition at all, and seeing her every day worries me.”

Jiang Wanyi offered such a price because previously, the nanny was paid twenty thousand a month.

Chen Yuan gave her a good impression—a clean, decent young man with a sense of propriety in his work, and their daughter liked him as well. She could accept the price offered.

“I can help you, but forget about the money.”

“Didn’t you do part-time jobs before? Or are you not satisfied with the pay?”

“Not really. Once money is involved, it becomes an employer-employee relationship, which I don’t need.”

He casually completed a few tasks and earned over a thousand in a day, so there was no need to make money from Jiang Wanyi.

After all, Chen Yuan’s principle was that he’d rather have others owe him than owe others. This current state was the best.

Besides, there was also a 2-month-old baby at school; fairness was necessary.

“But then I’d feel bad asking you for help. I’ve troubled you twice today already. If something like this happens again, I really won’t have the nerve to ask.”

Jiang Wanyi understood Chen Yuan’s meaning, but this was the only effective way she could think of to thank him.

He asked for nothing in return, helped her so much at noon, didn’t even eat, and then left. In the afternoon, she troubled him again, and perhaps in the coming days, she’d have to rely on him further.

If she didn’t give Chen Yuan some money, she felt uneasy.

“No problem, just say it if you need anything. Besides, I’m helping you not for the money.”

Chen Yuan changed the subject and said, “I suggest you buy a playpen and a floor mat, and get some small toys for her. It’ll help develop her crawling skills and save you some trouble.”

“Let’s look together. Give me your advice—whatever you say to buy, I’ll buy it.”

Moving his chair, Jiang Wanyi sat beside Chen Yuan and started searching for floor mats and playpens on her phone.

Chen Yuan felt somewhat distracted; Jiang Wanyi carried a pleasant, milky scent.

It was a top-grade fragrance.

This wasn’t an exaggeration—it was truly the scent of milk.

They looked at the items together. Since these things weren’t very technical, Chen Yuan measured the size, confirmed the dimensions, placed the order on JD.com, and it would arrive the next day.

“I’m thinking of buying a pacifier. How about this silicone one? The child can bite on it; it should be fine, right?”

“No, don’t buy that,” Chen Yuan said, “If she gets used to biting on it, over time the child might develop a pout, and in severe cases, it could even affect her facial features.”

Jiang Wanyi felt a little scared. She had wanted to buy one of those for some time.

After finishing the meal, there was nothing else she needed to do, and it was getting late, so Chen Yuan planned to leave.

“There shouldn’t be anything else. I’ll head off first.”

“If you’re free, stay and keep me company for a while. I’m alone at home, and you can chat with me here. I can also learn some experience from you.”

A Bin’s grades were not ideal…

Could it be that her husband was away on a business trip?

Since noon, the two had talked about many things but never mentioned her husband.

Normally, even if the father was away, the grandmother would come to help. It wouldn’t all fall on her alone.

But living under the same roof with someone like Jiang Wanyi felt quite pleasant.

Chen Yuan stayed a little longer. Jiang Wanyi washed some fruit for him, and their conversation remained focused on childcare.

Despite being much older than Chen Yuan, she was humble when asking questions.

Chen Yuan didn’t stay too long. He left shortly after six.

After Chen Yuan left, Jiang Wanyi tidied up the remaining things, placed the child in the stroller, and prepared to take her out for some fresh air—she couldn’t keep her cooped up at home all the time.

Seeing Xiaomi Li, the elderly ladies in the community and the mothers with children gathered around.

“This child is so fair and clean, really adorable,” said a white-haired elderly woman.

“How many months old is she?” a middle-aged woman asked casually.

“Eight and a half months.”

“Why are her teeth just starting to come out? She’s growing them quite slowly. My son had one at seven months.”

“I looked it up online. It is indeed a bit slow. I wonder if it’s related to the lack of breastfeeding,” Jiang Wanyi said helplessly.

The female neighbor glanced at Jiang Wanyi’s chest and said, “Have you tried a lactation consultant? You need to massage well; once it’s unblocked, it’ll be fine.”

“I’ve been to three already. None worked. Maybe that’s just my constitution,” Jiang Wanyi had given up.

“Maybe you didn’t find the right person. Have you tried a male consultant?”

“A male?”

Jiang Wanyi recalled the information she had just found online.

“My sister is a nurse at a hospital. She told me that men have bigger hands and more strength, so the effect is better.”

All women around, with no men present, were blunt about this topic.

“To be honest, I’m in a similar situation. I tried two before and neither worked. But I was embarrassed to ask a man, so I decided to try one more. If that didn’t work, I’d try a man, come what may. Unexpectedly, the third one helped. Now my son is drinking more milk than he can handle.”

Jiang Wanyi’s eyes lit up. “Could you recommend her to me? I want to try, too. Our situations are similar.”

“I found her back home. Giving you her contact wouldn’t help. You should try a few more consultants. If it doesn’t work, find a man,” the neighbor said.

“Breastfed babies don’t fall ill easily, and their constitutions grow strong. Try to avoid formula as much as possible.”

“Okay, I’ll keep looking.”

The neighbor left, and Jiang Wanyi pushed Xiaomi Li onward.

If they hadn’t talked, she might not have felt so frustrated, but after the conversation, she felt even more anxious. If possible, she didn’t want to feed her child formula—it felt like letting her down.

Without warning, Jiang Wanyi thought of Chen Yuan.

Once the thought surfaced, it was hard to stop.

Why not let him try?

She understood the principle of not avoiding medical help when ill.

But Chen Yuan was not a professional doctor, and with traditional women’s conservative mindset, breaking through this barrier would require careful persuasion.

No! She realized she had been thinking only of herself.

Having gone through this process a few times before, she knew what it entailed.

This was hard work: her two breasts were like decorations, useless. One session might take an hour or two, certainly not easy.

Paying him was out of the question; in this situation, even if she wanted to, whether he was willing was uncertain.

This conversation was even harder to initiate.

Too difficult.