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

The paper airplane shot out of Chen Hao's hand at high speed, rushing forward along an almost straight trajectory, its wings fluttering steadily in the airflow.

Wu Licheng stood to the side, his eyes following the paper airplane as it moved.

He had watched paper airplanes for decades and seen countless masters throw them, but the force and angle of Chen Hao's throw gave him a slight jolt.

It wasn't surprise, it was professionalism—this person's throwing technique was impeccable.

The way the body exerts force, the range of arm swing, and the timing of wrist release—every aspect is just right.

This is not a level that can be achieved through casual practice; it is a skill that can only be mastered through long-term training.

The paper airplane flew 20 meters, 40 meters, 60 meters, 80 meters, and 100 meters.

As it flew further and further away, its speed gradually decreased, but the angle of descent was very small, as if it were gliding in the air rather than falling.

One hundred and one meters, one hundred and two meters—the paper airplane dropped to less than half a meter above the ground, gently touched the ground, glided a short distance on the dust, and came to a stop.

Wu Licheng's mouth was slightly open, and his eyes were wide open.

His gaze shifted from where the paper airplane landed back to Chen Hao, and then from Chen Hao back to the paper airplane.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but his throat felt like it was blocked by something.

Yu Jingwen stood to the side, covering her mouth with both hands, her eyes wide open.

"This—this is the paper airplane that little girl folded?"

Wu Licheng did not answer.

He took out a measuring tape from his pocket, walked to the starting point where Chen Hao had thrown the paper airplane, fixed the hook to the ground, and then walked along the village road to where the paper airplane landed. He squatted down and straightened the measuring tape.

He looked at the scale, then looked at it again, to make sure he hadn't misread it.

101.8 meters.

"One hundred and one hundred and eight meters." His voice was slightly unsteady.

He stood up, turned around to look at Chen Hao, and then at Tingting.

The little girl, three or four years old, folded a paper airplane, which Chen Hao threw, and it flew 101.8 meters.

It was more than four meters shorter than the one Chen Hao folded himself, but it was still a terrifying number.

He has been involved in paper airplane competitions for decades and has seen the best contestants. The best paper airplanes he has ever folded were considered top-notch if they could fly 60 or 70 meters.

Tingting shook her head.

"This means that the paper airplane you fold will fly farther than almost any adult in the world."

Tingting smiled and turned to look at her father.

"Dad taught me! Dad is amazing! He taught me how to fold paper airplanes, and he also taught me to draw, swim, practice boxing, make a rocking horse, grow flowers, and grow vegetables—Dad can do everything!"

She spoke quickly and crisply, as if reciting a text, but every word was sincere.

After saying that, she stretched out her little hand and gestured, meaning that her father had taught her so many things that she couldn't finish talking about them all.

Wu Licheng stood up, looked at Chen Hao, and the look in his eyes changed.

It's not just politeness, it's admiration.

This young man can not only fold paper airplanes that break world records, but he can also teach a three- or four-year-old child to this level.

It's not talent, it's teaching ability.

Even the most talented child could not fold a paper airplane with this level of precision without being taught.

The fact that Chen Hao can teach to this level shows that he has spent a lot of time and energy on teaching, and that his teaching methods are very effective.

He has worked in competition organization for over a decade and has seen countless talented players, but very few are able to pass on their talent to the next generation.

Most experts work alone; their skills are their own business, and they neither teach nor are willing to teach others.

But Chen Hao was different; he taught his daughter his skills without reservation, and he taught her so well.

Chen Hao walked over and picked up his daughter.

"Director Wu, have you now agreed to let my daughter participate in the competition with me?"

Wu Licheng nodded without hesitation.

"agree."

Tingting hugged her father's neck and shouted excitedly.

"I can participate in the paper airplane competition! I'm going to the competition!"

Her voice was loud and echoed along the village road.

Chen Hao's ears were ringing from her shouts, but he didn't flinch away. Instead, he hugged his daughter even tighter.

Yu Jingwen stood by, smiling and clapping.

She always thought Tingting was amazing, but she never imagined she was this amazing.

She had seen Tingting draw, and her sketches were better than those of many adults she had ever seen, but she thought it was just that Tingting had a talent for drawing.

It seems that not only is he good at drawing, but he is also very good at folding paper airplanes.

This little girl is so skillful with her hands.

Wu Licheng looked at Tingting and remembered something else.

He looked at Chen Hao and asked:

"Tingting, do you know how to fold those paper airplanes that can fly for a long time?"

Tingting peeked out from her father's arms and nodded vigorously.

"Yes, I can! My dad taught me how to fold these too! They can fly for a very long time, spinning around in the sky for many rounds before falling down."

She spoke very seriously, and even gestured with her hands to show how a paper airplane spins in the sky, drawing circles in the air with her little hands.

Wu Licheng's eyes lit up.

"Could I fold one for my uncle to see?"

"able!"

Tingting slid down from her father's arms, ran into the house, and came out with another A4 sheet of paper.

She ran to the stone table, stood on tiptoe, spread the paper out, and began to fold it.

Wu Licheng and Yu Jingwen stood to the side, watching Tingting fold paper airplanes.

This folding method is completely different from the previous one; it's much more complicated.

It involves folding, turning, and flattening, a complicated process with several more steps than the previous one.

Tingting's fingers moved quickly across the paper, making clear creases at precise angles, and each crease was neatly smoothed out.

Her expression was very focused, her brows were slightly furrowed, her lips were pursed tightly, and her eyes were fixed on the paper in her hand. Occasionally, she would look up to check if the creases were in the right place.

Wu Licheng watched her gestures, his surprise growing.

This three- or four-year-old girl can remember such a complicated folding method, and her movements are so skillful. It's not something she memorized; it's something she practiced.

This folding method is so complex that even adults might not be able to fold it correctly while looking at the instructions, let alone a three- or four-year-old child.

But she folded it smoothly and skillfully, each step clear and precise, without hesitation or needing to redo it.