Ineffective Nanny-Dad and Ineffective Common Sense (Continued Again)

"From today on."

"He."

"Is Ling Xiaoye."

"My... son."

"You..."

"Are his... wet nurse."

"Be sure to... take good care of him."

"Especially... feed him well."

"Don't let him... cry again."

Ling Ye's solemn words, like a decree from the Heavenly Dao, echoed in the messy hotel room, carrying an undeniable, almost absurd gravity.

Su Wanqing held the freshly minted "Ling Xiaoye" in her arms, looking at the powerful figure's aggrieved expression of "I've accepted it, you deal with it," and the glowing, seemingly satisfied bellyband on the infant's chest. She felt her life had completely slid into an incomprehensible abyss.

Wet nurse?!

Her? The CEO of Su Corporation? To be a wet nurse for an infant of unknown origin?! And this infant was a "tool infant" "personally appointed" by the big shot to fool another, more terrifying existence?!

What is all this?!

But she didn't dare to refute. She could only nod stiffly and cautiously ask, "Then... what should we do now? It seems... we can't stay here anymore."

Indeed, the room was a mess. The police had just been here, and the hotel might soon send someone to check. It was not suitable to stay for long.

Ling Ye rubbed his temples irritably. His power was now less than a tenth of what it was. Carrying a child and a burden, he had to evade potential returning cosmic terrorists and mortal police... This was incredibly troublesome!

He needed to find a safe, hidden place where he wouldn't be disturbed! Preferably one that could also... conveniently "feed the baby"!

His gaze swept over the tattered cloth bag again.

It contained countless divine artifacts, but none seemed to solve their current predicament... Should he use a Fragment of Buzhou Mountain to smash out a cave dwelling?

Just as he was at a loss--

His gaze inadvertently fell upon the crumpled, shameful piece of paper lying in the corner, which had fallen out of the cloth bag earlier. It was printed with "Primordial First Nanny-Dad Ling Ye (Draft)."

On the back of the paper, there seemed to be something written in smaller characters?

Ling Ye subconsciously reached out and pulled the paper into his palm. Flipping it over, he saw a crooked line of an address written on the back, followed by a few small characters:

[...Safe House...Maternity and Infant Supplies fully stocked...Good soundproofing...Short-term rental available...Contact person: Black-hearted Landlord...]

Ling Ye: "???"

Safe House?!

Maternity and Infant Supplies fully stocked?!

And it's available for short-term rental?!

This... this was actually written by him billions of years ago?! Did he get something like this from his sign-in back then?! Did he foresee today?!

Although it was full of questionable points, this address was undoubtedly a lifesaver at this moment!

Ling Ye couldn't be bothered to research this dark history anymore and immediately said to Su Wanqing, "Pack up! Let's go!"

When he said "pack up," there wasn't much to pack. Ling Ye carefully tucked the slightly warm Chaos Green Lotus basin back into the deepest part of the cloth bag (hoping that broken stone would behave itself), then glanced at "Ling Xiaoye" and the bellyband in Su Wanqing's arms.

The bellyband seemed satisfied with its current state, its red light warm and gentle, showing no intention of leaving.

Ling Ye's mouth twitched. Resignedly, he took off his outer robe, stained with urine and milk (and threw it into the trash bin with disgust), pulled out a more ordinary-looking gray robe from the cloth bag (still ancient in style), and then signaled Su Wanqing to use the previous bedsheet to wrap the child and the glowing bellyband slightly to avoid being too conspicuous.

The two of them, like thieves, slipped out of the room silently, avoided surveillance, and quickly left the hotel.

Following the address on the paper, they arrived at a rather old residential complex on the outskirts of the city. The environment was quiet, and the residents seemed to be mostly elderly people and renters.

They found the corresponding building, climbed to the top floor (no elevator), and knocked on the security door, which was adorned with a "Fu" character but looked a bit dilapidated.

After waiting for a long time, the door was opened a crack. A middle-aged man, with sleepy eyes, messy hair, wearing a slovenly pajama, and a cigarette hanging from his lips, poked his head out and looked them up and down impatiently, "Who is it? What do you want?"

"Rent," Ling Ye said concisely and handed over the paper.

The landlord took the paper and squinted at it. Especially when he saw the writing on the back and the "Black-hearted Landlord" note, his expression became a bit strange. He looked Ling Ye up and down again (ancient robe, pale complexion, strange aura) and Su Wanqing (holding the child wrapped tightly, looking panicked), and muttered, "Tsk, Old Zhang introduced you? Another one of you... weirdos?"

But he seemed used to it and didn't ask further, just stepped aside, "Come in and take a look. There's only this one room. The price isn't cheap, deposit plus three months' rent."

The room wasn't large, one bedroom and one living room, with old decor, but as the advertisement said, it was reasonably clean. And... in the corner of the living room, there were indeed stacks of unopened milk powder, diapers, and even a brand-new baby crib!

Ling Ye and Su Wanqing both froze.

The landlord, with a cigarette in his mouth, mumbled, "The previous tenant left it. Said they didn't need it anymore. Selling it cheap. If you want it, it'll be extra."

Ling Ye didn't speak. His gaze swept across the room and he nodded slightly. The atmosphere here was ordinary and inconspicuous; it would suffice for now. He couldn't be bothered to haggle and directly took out a few gold nuggets from the cloth bag (he didn't know which world he signed them in from) and threw them to the landlord, "Is this enough?"

The landlord took the gold nuggets, his eyes instantly lit up. He weighed them and a smile bloomed on his face, "Enough, enough! Boss is generous! Stay as long as you like! Call me if you need anything! I won't disturb you if you don't!" With that, he sensibly left the key and scurried away.

The door closed.

Ling Ye and Su Wanqing exchanged a look and both breathed a sigh of relief.

They finally had a temporary place to stay.

However, Ning's peace lasted less than three seconds--

"Waa--!!!!"

The "Ling Xiaoye" in her arms let out another loud cry! Clearly, he was hungry or uncomfortable again.

Su Wanqing immediately became flustered.

Ling Ye's scalp tingled from the crying. Recalling the Madam's "homework" and the three-day deadline, he could only grit his teeth. Pointing at the pile of maternity and infant supplies, he commanded Su Wanqing, "Go! Make milk powder! Change his diaper! Make him shut up!"

Su Wanqing looked at the pile of unfamiliar items, her head spinning. As a CEO whose fingers had never touched manual labor, how could she possibly know how to do these things?

But she didn't dare refuse. Gritting her teeth, she picked up the milk powder can to study the instructions, then picked up a diaper and tried to figure it out. Her movements were so clumsy they were suffocating.

Ling Ye watched from the side, growing increasingly angry. He wanted to step in several times, but he was afraid he wouldn't control his strength well and would crush the items or injure the baby. He could only impatiently urge her, "Hurry up! What are you dawdling for! Can't you understand the instructions?!"

Just as the chaos ensued--

The bellyband on Ling Xiaoye's chest seemed to develop a strong interest in the milk powder and diapers. It flickered with red light, conveying intense "curiosity" and the thought, "I want to try too."

It even controlled a corner of its red cloth, attempting to reach for the milk bottle in Su Wanqing's hand.

Seeing this, Ling Ye's heart stirred.

Perhaps... if he let this darn bellyband "learn" how to take care of a baby, it would distract it and stop it from constantly thinking about "rebelling"?

He immediately said to Su Wanqing, "Treat it... as a child too! Teach it! How to make milk! How to change diapers!"

Su Wanqing: "???" Teach a bellyband to make milk and change diapers?! Boss, are you alright?!

But under Ling Ye's murderous gaze, she could only, with tears welling up, begin to operate clumsily while teaching the glowing bellyband in an extremely bizarre "maternal and infant education" session:

"Look... you have to wash your hands first... oh, you don't need to..."

"Water temperature... 40 degrees... about this hot..."

"Milk powder... one flat scoop... not too much, not too little..."

"Diaper... you have to distinguish between front and back... the velcro is here..."

The bellyband actually "listened" very "seriously." Its red light brightened and flickered with her explanations. It even mimicked her movements with the edge of its cloth, like "rubbing hands" (though it had no hands) and "testing the water temperature" (though it couldn't feel it)...

Ling Ye watched this absurd scene, his mouth twitching. But he unexpectedly found that the bellyband seemed to have its attention captured. It was no longer fixated on just sticking to the real infant, but had developed an interest in the process of "caring for an infant" itself? It even... felt a faint sense of "accomplishment"?

What surprised him even more was that as the bellyband "learned" and "participated," the fluctuations it emitted seemed to become more stable and... joyful? Even the faint bloodline-nourishing effect it transmitted to Ling Ye seemed to have strengthened a bit?

Could it be that the act of "fatherly love" (or rather, "caring") itself could promote the bellyband's stability and growth? And even feed back into himself?

Ling Ye felt like he had discovered a new continent!

He immediately changed his strategy. Instead of just observing, he forced himself to overcome his awkwardness and began to try to "integrate"!

He picked up a diaper and, mimicking Su Wanqing's movements, very stiffly tried to put it on Ling Xiaoye.

The result was naturally disastrous. His technique was clumsy, and his strength was uneven. He almost bent the child's leg the wrong way, causing Ling Xiaoye to cry even louder.

The bellyband immediately emitted fluctuations of dissatisfaction and "disdain." It even extended a corner of its red cloth, trying to push Ling Ye's hand away, as if to say, "Get away! You're so clumsy! Let me do it!"

Then, under the dumbfounded gazes of Ling Ye and Su Wanqing--

The bellyband actually... moved on its own! It floated up from Ling Xiaoye's chest!

It hovered in mid-air like a red ghost, its red light enveloping the crying Ling Xiaoye.

Next, a can of unopened milk powder next to it flew up automatically. The lid twisted open, a spoon appeared out of nowhere, precisely scooped out the right amount of milk powder, and poured it into a milk bottle that also flew over!

The warm water kettle floated up by itself, pouring in the perfectly heated water!

The milk bottle automatically shook to mix evenly!

Then, the milk bottle steadily flew to Ling Xiaoye's mouth and was precisely inserted!

The entire process was smooth and lightning-fast, a hundred times more professional than the most experienced wet nurse!

Ling Xiaoye instantly stopped crying and sucked contentedly.

This wasn't the end!

The used diaper automatically unfastened and flew into the trash can.

A new diaper automatically unfolded and, as if alive, gently and precisely wrapped the baby's little bottom. The velcro fastened perfectly!

Finally, the bellyband controlled a warm, damp towel that flew over to wipe Ling Xiaoye's mouth. Then, it contentedly reattached itself to his chest, its red light warm and gentle, conveying the thought, "Done! Praise me quickly!"

Ling Ye: "..."

Su Wanqing: "..."

The two of them were completely petrified, as if under a paralysis spell.

This... this is a bellyband?!

This is clearly an all-purpose maternity and infant robot! A Primordial version at that!!!

Ling Ye looked at the bellyband exuding an aura of "seeking praise," and then felt the origin within him, which had indeed become a bit more active because of this scene. His emotions were extremely complex.

So... the so-called "learning to feed, change diapers, and soothe to sleep"... didn't require him to learn it himself at all?!

As long as he let this spirit-possessed bellyband learn it was enough?!

He just needs to... be a hands-off boss?! Just occasionally let his "fatherly love" overflow a little to show he cares?!

A sense of immense absurdity and being tricked washed over him, but immediately after, a wave of ecstatic joy from finding hope in despair!

It seems... the homework... has a chance of being completed?!

However, the very instant his mood relaxed even slightly--

Deep within his tattered cloth bag.

The Chaos Green Lotus pot he had temporarily forgotten.

The gray-white Small Stone inside the pot, which had only been quiet for a short while.

As if sensing the trace of pure chaotic aura and the pleasant fluctuation of "care" that leaked out when the bellyband unleashed its power just now...

Actually...

Once again...

Extremely unwilling to be lonely...

Gently...

Twitched.

This time, the twitch was exceptionally forceful.

As if... a sleeping heart...

Began its...

First beat.

Thump...

A faint, yet heavy thud, as if it could shake the foundations of the entire dimension, like drumbeats from hell, clearly... entered Ling Ye's perception.

The ecstatic joy on Ling Ye's face instantly froze.

Slowly...

Bit by bit...

It transformed into...

Boundless terror and despair.

No way...

It's happening again?!