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

Wu Licheng watched Tingting's gestures with growing surprise.

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.

He couldn't help but glance at Chen Hao.

Chen Hao stood to the side, hands in his pockets, watching his daughter fold paper airplanes with a smile on his lips.

He didn't speak or offer any help; he just watched quietly.

It felt very relaxing, like watching something very ordinary. I wasn't nervous at all, and I wasn't worried that my daughter would make a mistake.

When Tingting folded it halfway, there was a step where she needed to use her fingernail to smooth out the creases.

She wasn't strong enough, and after a few scrapes, she wasn't satisfied. She frowned, scraped a few more times, but it still wasn't working.

She turned to look at her father. Chen Hao walked over, bent down, and used his thumbnail to scratch her creases twice, making them deeper and smoother immediately.

"Thank you, Dad," Tingting said, then continued folding.

Watching this scene unfold, Wu Licheng felt a surge of emotions.

This young man's way of teaching children is not the kind of teaching by holding their hands, nor is it the kind of teaching by doing things for them when they can't do them well. Instead, he watches from the side and only steps in when the child needs help.

This approach is very beneficial for a child's development.

Tingting folded it, held it up to the sunlight to check it, made sure there were no problems, and then handed it to Chen Hao.

"Dad, can you throw this away for me?"

Chen Hao took the paper airplane and walked to the middle of the yard.

Wu Licheng took out his phone from his pocket, turned on the stopwatch, and placed his finger on the start button.

"Are you ready?"

Chen Hao nodded.

He gripped the paper airplane's fuselage with his right hand, using a moderate amount of force rather than full force.

The wrist angle should be controlled at around 45 degrees.

Throw it forward forcefully.

The paper airplane flew from his hand, climbed about three meters, then leveled off, drew an arc in the air, and began to hover.

Wu Licheng pressed the stopwatch.

One lap, two laps, three laps.

The paper airplane hovered over the old house's courtyard, its trajectory an elongated ellipse, moving very slowly and maintaining a steady posture.

The wings trembled slightly in the airflow, but the overall flight was very stable, as if gliding through the air.

"I was worried that Tingting would get stage fright during the competition, but now it seems I was overthinking it."

"Tingting will definitely win the championship this time! Not just the children's group championship, but the overall championship."

"The key is that her father taught her well. Tingting's paper airplanes are not much different from Chen Hao's; the only difference is the force with which they are thrown."

"The Cloud in the Wind spent 390,000 yuan to buy Tingting's sketches before, and now Tingting's paper airplanes are so amazing, she's made a huge profit."

"If I were Tingting's dad, I would be so proud."

"Upstairs, Chen Hao is Tingting's father."

Gifts started floating on the screen—

[Paper airplane enthusiast Atao has given away one Carnival gift!]

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