A Billionaire CEO Brings His Child Home: The Awakening of the Stay-at-Home Dad System

Chen Hao's eyes welled up with tears. He took a deep breath to suppress the heat, then stretched out his arms and pulled his daughter into his embrace.

Shen Xiaoting's small body was wrapped up in his arms, and the plush rabbit was squeezed between the two of them. She made a "hmm" sound and then stopped moving, obediently lying in her father's arms.

Chen Hao lowered his head, buried his face in his daughter's hair, and gently ruffled it, his voice a little hoarse:

"Tingting is such a good girl, thank you, Daddy."

Shen Xiaoting lay on her father's chest and could hear his strong heartbeat, "thump thump thump," like a drum.

She thought the voice was beautiful, more beautiful than any other voice she had ever heard.

She clutched her father's collar with her little hand and whispered, "Daddy, you smell so good."

Chen Hao was taken aback, released his daughter, and looked down at himself.

He was wearing the gray T-shirt he'd changed into after showering last night; he hadn't dried himself off at all, not even used shower gel.

The shower gel in the hotel bathroom was a generic brand with a very faint fragrance, and it dissipated overnight.

"No, Dad didn't wear perfume," he said.

Shen Xiaoting tilted her head, looking puzzled. "But Dad smells so good, I can smell it."

As she spoke, she leaned closer to Chen Hao's arm, sniffed, and then nodded firmly: "It smells really good."

Chen Hao was also completely confused.

He raised his arm and smelled his sleeve; there was no smell at all, just the ordinary smell of laundry detergent.

He sniffed the back of his hand again, but there was still nothing there.

Then he remembered—physical enhancement fluid.

Last night he took two bottles of physique enhancement liquid, and his physique improved from 10 points to 13 points.

The system said that the body enhancement liquid would optimize his body from the inside out, including metabolism, endocrine system, and even body odor.

Perhaps this is the "fragrance" that my daughter smelled—

It wasn't a specific perfume scent, but rather a healthy, clean body odor emanating from within. Children are particularly sensitive to this kind of smell, so my daughter thought it smelled "fragrant."

He smiled and patted his daughter's head:

"It must be because Tingting likes her dad that she thinks he smells nice."

Shen Xiaoting thought about it and felt that this explanation seemed to make a lot of sense.

She lowered her head, sniffed her arm, then looked up and asked earnestly:

"Dad, do I smell nice?"

Chen Hao obediently lowered his head, brought his face close to his daughter's hair, and took a deep sniff.

Her hair still carried the fruity scent of last night's shampoo, mixed with her natural milky fragrance, smelling soft and sweet.

"It smells good," Chen Hao looked up and nodded seriously.

"Tingting smells especially good."

Shen Xiaoting's face immediately broke into a big smile, her eyes curved into two crescent moons, and her two dimples appeared faintly.

She was so happy that she kicked her legs on the bed twice, kicking the blanket off.

"Does Daddy really like Tingting?" she asked, her voice full of anticipation.

Looking at his daughter's smiling face, Chen Hao's heart melted completely.

He reached out and brushed the stray hairs from his daughter's forehead, looked into her eyes, and said, word by word:

"Of course, Dad loves Tingting very much."

Shen Xiaoting's smile widened, and she suddenly leaned in and kissed Chen Hao on the cheek with a loud "pop".

After kissing her, she felt a little embarrassed and buried her face in the plush rabbit, only revealing her bright eyes.

Chen Hao paused for a moment, then smiled.

He also kissed his daughter on the forehead, and after the kiss, he deliberately made a loud "pop" sound on her forehead with his lips.

Shen Xiaoting was amused and giggled. She peeked out from behind the rabbit and kissed her father again.

Chen Hao kissed him back.

The two of them kissed each other on the bed for a while, and Shen Xiaoting laughed until her face turned red and her hair became even more messy, making her look like a chick with its feathers standing on end.

"Alright, alright," Chen Hao said with a smile, sitting up.

"Time to get up, brush your teeth, wash your face, and then go have breakfast."

Shen Xiaoting sat up, her hair a mess on her head, and nodded obediently: "Okay."

Chen Hao got out of bed first, picked up his daughter from the bed, and took her hand to walk into the bathroom.

He took out his daughter's toothbrush—

Last night, I found a small, pink children's toothbrush in my pink suitcase, along with a strawberry-flavored children's toothpaste.

He squeezed the toothpaste onto his daughter's toothbrush and handed her the toothbrush.

"Will it swipe by itself?"

"Yes!" Shen Xiaoting took the toothbrush and began brushing her teeth very seriously.

Her brushing technique was very standard; she brushed up, down, left, and right, but she used a bit too much force, making a "swish swish" sound.

Chen Hao stood by and watched, occasionally reaching out to wipe the toothpaste foam from the corners of her mouth.

After Shen Xiaoting finished brushing her teeth, Chen Hao helped her wash her face and dried it with a towel.

He quickly finished washing up, and the two of them walked out of the room hand in hand and took the elevator down to the second-floor restaurant.

Breakfast is a buffet; the selection isn't extensive, but it has everything you need.

Porridge, steamed buns, mantou (steamed bread), eggs, fried dough sticks, soy milk, milk, and a few side dishes.

Chen Hao took a tray, first serving his daughter a bowl of millet porridge, then a small steamed bun, a boiled egg, a small dish of pickles, and a glass of warm milk.

He took a bowl of plain porridge, two steamed buns, a fried dough stick, and a dish of pickled vegetables.

They found a seat by the window and sat down.

Shen Xiaoting was sitting in a chair, unable to reach the table, so Chen Hao helped her push the chair further in and then pushed the tray in front of her.

"Drink the porridge first, be careful it's hot." Chen Hao handed her the spoon.

Shen Xiaoting scooped up a spoonful of millet porridge, blew on it, and carefully put it into her mouth.

The porridge was cooked until very thick, the rice grains had split open and melted in your mouth, with a hint of sweetness.

She nodded. "It's delicious."

"You should eat the eggs too." Chen Hao tapped the boiled egg on the table a few times, peeled off the shell to reveal the tender white egg white, broke it in half, and placed it on his daughter's plate.

Shen Xiaoting picked up half an egg with her hand, took a bite, chewed it, and frowned slightly.

"What's wrong?" Chen Hao asked.

"The egg yolk is so dry..." Shen Xiaoting made a swallowing motion, looking like she was choking.

Chen Hao quickly pushed the milk over: "Have a sip of milk."

Shen Xiaoting picked up the milk glass, took a big gulp, and then slid the egg yolk down her throat.

She stuck out her tongue and pushed the remaining half of the egg aside: "I don't want to eat it anymore."