If this were to get out, her personally feeding the child would make people think the Duke of Yue's mansion was mistreating her, not even hiring a wet nurse.
Moreover, if this got out, it would be too embarrassing. It absolutely could not happen.
"You are the child's birth mother, it is only natural for you to feed him."
Feng Jin's attitude was as if it were a matter of course: "You all go out first!"
Knowing that Chu Ning'er was too embarrassed to refuse, she asked the maids and wet nurses to leave.
"Hold the child in your arms, and you feed him."
Feng Jin held the child and placed him in Chu Ning'er's arms, teaching her hand by hand how to feed a child.
Chu Ning'er shyly unfastened her clothes and drew the child closer.
The child in her arms smelled his mother's scent and eagerly moved closer, suckling with smacking sounds.
"He's eating..." Chu Ning'er's initial resistance gradually turned into acceptance, and finally, she enjoyed the process of feeding her child.
For the first time, she felt her life was no longer so lonely.
With the companionship of her child, her later years would have someone to rely on.
After eating his fill, the little one lay down obediently in the cradle.
Feng Jin conducted a thorough examination and confirmed it was just ordinary neonatal jaundice.
"Let the child drink more water and take him out to bask in the sun more."
Once the bilirubin was metabolized out of the body, the golden eyes would naturally disappear.
" Sister, is that all? Do you really not need to give the child any medicine?"
Chu Ning'er was filled with worry, mainly because Feng Jin spoke so casually.
The child's eyes were golden. Drinking a little water and basking in the sun would make him better? No one would believe it if she said it.
"This is a perfectly normal physiological phenomenon. It's just that a certain substance in the body has risen, and it will be fine once it's excreted. When you sunbathe the child every day, take off all his clothes, and just cover his eyes with a small cloth. In a few days, the child will be as fair and clean as he was at birth."
Although Chu Ning'er didn't fully understand, she was assured that the child was fine, and the worry in her heart eased.
Feng Jin gave a few more instructions and left the Duke of Yue's mansion when it was already dark.
"This isn't the way back to the manor. Where are you going?"
Feng Jin keenly noticed that this was not the road they had taken to get there, and asked Ling Mohan with full alertness.
"I'm taking you to get something to eat."
When they were seated, he had noticed that Feng Jin hadn't eaten much.
The carriage stopped by a restaurant. Ling Mohan got out first and extended his hand to help Feng Jin alight.
"Kulaiju... That's a unique name."
Feng Jin murmured to herself, "I just don't know how the food tastes."
Scanning the menu, which was dazzling, Feng Jin said with gusto, "Waiter, bring us all your signature dishes."
"Yes, honored guest, please wait a moment!"
"Can you finish all that?" Ling Mohan asked calmly as he sipped his tea.
"I finally got out, and you're treating me, so of course, I have to try everything. If I can't finish it, I'll pack it up to take away."
Feng Jin ate with great relish, her face full of satisfaction. The food here was indeed delicious.
"Aren't you eating?"
Seeing that he hadn't touched his chopsticks, Feng Jin asked doubtfully.
"I'm not hungry."
Feng Jin rolled her eyes in disdain. Good, if he wasn't eating, she could have it all to herself.
After eating her fill, Feng Jin let out a satisfied burp, completely without pretense.
"Waiter, pack these up!" she called to the waiter. More than half the dishes were left, and it would be a waste not to. She could eat for another meal if she took them back.
"Honored guests, the total comes to thirty-six taels and four qian. Who will pay?"
"He will," Feng Jin said without hesitation, pointing at Ling Mohan.
"I didn't bring any money!"
The man's lightly spoken words made Feng Jin immediately fly into a rage.
"You didn't bring money, so why are you pretending to be rich and treating me to a meal!"
Feng Jin deeply disdained people who puffed themselves up when they had no money. Acting rich when they were poor.
"Esteemed madam, would you perhaps settle the bill?" the waiter tentatively asked.
Feng Jin took a deep breath and angrily took a fifty-tael silver note from her money pouch, slapped it on the table, and left without looking back.
She was so angry! Who would act like this? Not able to pay the bill, yet insisting on pretending to be wealthy. This was deceit, plain and simple!
Upon arriving at the Ling residence, Feng Jin slapped away Ling Mohan's hand as he helped her out of the carriage and walked ahead on her own.
Cai Qing hurriedly bowed to Ling Mohan and rushed ahead to catch up with Feng Jin.
"Young madam, if you ignore the young general like this, what if he finds someone else..."
"Find someone else? I wish he would! I hope he divorces me right now, and we go our separate ways with no further connection!"
Feng Jin lamented the loss of her fifty taels of silver. She had saved for a long time to accumulate that amount, and it was gone in the blink of an eye over one meal.
For two consecutive days, Feng Jin paid little attention to Ling Mohan.
After hastily finishing her acupuncture, Feng Jin stood up to leave, but the man grabbed her wrist from behind: "Are you still angry?"
Feng Jin rolled her eyes speechlessly. What did she mean by 'still'? She had been angry all along.
"How dare I be angry with the young gener... mmm!"
Before Feng Jin could finish speaking, the man's kiss sealed her lips.
Stunned, she looked at the handsome face magnified before her, and Feng Jin didn't know what to do.
Her hands hung awkwardly at her sides.
"Are you still angry now?" the man's deep, somewhat seductive voice echoed in Feng Jin's ear.
Ling Mohan pulled Feng Jin into his embrace and whispered in her ear, "Don't be angry anymore, okay?"
Feng Jin had never been so close to a man in her life.
Her heart, which had been as calm as still water, began to pound wildly, and a blush crept onto Feng Jin's fair cheeks.
"I..." She stammered, but the words she wanted to say remained unspoken.
Ling Mohan's hands tightened, and he directly lifted Feng Jin into his arms.
By the time Feng Jin reacted, she was already being pressed down by Ling Mohan.
"You... What are you doing... Get off!"
The man's sturdy body pressed down on her. Feng Jin's small face turned bright red as she pushed against Ling Mohan.
However, the difference in strength between men and women was too great. Feng Jin mustered all her might but couldn't move Ling Mohan in the slightest.
"What exactly do you want to do?" Feng Jin asked speechlessly.
Ling Mohan rolled over and lay beside Feng Jin, holding her in his arms: "Sleep."
Feng Jin pressed against the man's chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat, and felt incredibly uncomfortable. "The candle isn't out yet, I'll blow it out."
Saying that, she prepared to get up.
The moment she sat up, she was abruptly pulled back onto the bed by the man.
With a wave of his large hand, the candle was extinguished in an instant.
Feng Jin looked at the man beside her in the moonlight. His internal energy was so profound; how had he achieved that?
"How did you manage to blow out the candle from a distance?"
"If you want to learn, I'll teach you!"
He was more than willing to teach Feng Jin, he just didn't know if Feng Jin could learn it.