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

Shen Mengyao.

One of the four princesses of the Beijing entertainment circle.

Chen Hao had seen reports about her online.

The Shen family of Beijing is one of the top ten families in the city, a genuine wealthy and influential family with businesses spanning real estate, finance, and technology, and family assets worth at least tens of billions.

Shen Mengyao is the most outstanding member of the third generation of the Shen family. She is twenty-six years old this year, a few months younger than Chen Hao.

He is already the chairman and CEO of Xingchen Technology, a subsidiary of Shen's Group, and controls a listed company with a market value of over 100 billion yuan.

She returned to China after graduating from Wharton Business School at the age of twenty and went directly into the family business. In just six years, she transformed a struggling technology subsidiary into an industry leader.

Her photos occasionally appear on the cover of financial magazines, always with that aloof and distant expression, her eyes indifferent, as if she doesn't care about anything, yet also as if she has everything under control.

People in Beijing's elite circles gave her the nickname "Ice Princess," partly because she was incredibly beautiful, partly because she was extremely shrewd, and partly because she was incredibly cold-hearted.

This is the woman who is standing at the door of Chen Hao's old and dilapidated rented room, with a three-year-old girl beside her. This little girl just called him "Dad".

Chen Hao opened his mouth and found that his throat was a little dry.

"Shen... Shen Mengyao?" he asked tentatively.

The woman nodded, her expression as calm as if she were discussing a business deal: "It's me."

Chen Hao looked down at the little girl, then at Shen Mengyao, then back at the little girl. His mind was like a computer that had crashed, completely unable to function.

"You...she...I..." He stammered, taking a long time to finally manage to utter a coherent sentence.

"Are you sure you're not mistaken?"

Shen Mengyao shook her head, her tone firm: "There's no mistake. Xiaoting is your daughter."

Then, she calmly released her daughter's hand, bent down and pulled a brown paper envelope from the side pocket of the pink suitcase next to her. The envelope was sealed with a red stamp.

She handed the envelope to Chen Hao.

"Take a look at this."

Chen Hao took the envelope, his fingers trembling slightly.

He opened the seal and pulled out several sheets of A4 paper.

The top one prominently displays the words "Parental Test Report from the Forensic Evidence Identification Center of Peking Union Medical College Hospital".

His gaze shifted downwards—

Testimony subject (mother): Shen Mengyao

Testimony subject (female): Shen Xiaoting

The person being examined (father): Chen Hao

Expert opinion: Based on the DNA genetic marker typing results, it is supported that there is a biological parent-child relationship between the person being tested (father) Chen Hao and the person being tested (daughter) Shen Xiaoting.

Chen Hao stared intently at the line of text, reading it word by word, over and over again, no less than ten times.

"We support the existence of a biological parent-child relationship between the person being tested (father) Chen Hao and the person being tested (daughter) Shen Xiaoting."

The report has the official seal of the appraisal institution, the signature of the appraiser, the sampling date, and the report number—everything is complete, so it doesn't look like a forgery.

Chen Hao stared at the line of text for a full half minute, then looked up at Shen Mengyao, his brows furrowing.

"Where did you get the paternal biological sample in this report? How can you be sure it's mine?"

This is a crucial question.

He had never had any dealings with Shen Mengyao; the two of them were from completely different worlds. How could she possibly have obtained his DNA sample?

Shen Mengyao seemed to have anticipated his question, and calmly replied, "You had your annual physical exam at Ciming Medical Examination Center last August, right?"

Chen Hao paused for a moment, then nodded.

The company organizes annual employee health checkups, and he did go.

"I know the shareholders of that medical examination center," Shen Mengyao said in a calm tone, as if stating a trivial matter.

"I had someone keep the blood sample taken from your medical examination."

Chen Hao gasped.

This woman...

"If you don't believe this report," Shen Mengyao continued, her expression remaining calm.

"I can take you and Xiaoting to the testing agency right now, collect samples on-site, and do the testing on-site. You'll know the results when they come out."

Her tone was completely honest and unashamed, so frank that it made one feel that if they were still questioning her, it would be the other way around.

Just as Chen Hao was about to say something, a voice suddenly exploded in his mind.

"bite--"

It didn't come from his ears, but rang directly in the depths of his mind, as if someone had installed a loudspeaker in his consciousness.

[Congratulations, host, for activating the 'God-Level Dad Live Streaming System'!]

[The biological daughter, Shen Xiaoting, was detected, confirming the biological relationship.]

[System binding successful. The host will receive various rewards through live-streaming childcare, including but not limited to: parenting skills, health attributes, wealth rewards, and special items.]

[Initial binding reward has been issued: Physical Enhancement x1, Charm Value +5, basic equipment for the live streaming room has been configured. Please log in to the designated platform to start your live stream.]

Chen Hao froze on the spot.

What is that?

system?

live streaming?

Taking care of a child?

He stood there stunned for a full five seconds before he could process all the information in his mind.

Then he lowered his head and looked again at the little girl in front of him, who had pigtails, was hiding behind her mother, and was secretly looking at him with her big, dark eyes.

The system says that the child is indeed his biological daughter.

My biological daughter.

These three words struck Chen Hao's heart like a heavy hammer, or a bolt of lightning.

He suddenly remembered something—a night four years ago.

That was shortly after he graduated; he was recruited by a large company through campus recruitment and was still in his probationary period.

Once, during a department team-building event at a karaoke bar, he drank a lot of alcohol, to the point of blacking out.

He remembered leaving the KTV in a daze, walking along the roadside for a while, and then he couldn't remember anything after that.

The next morning, he woke up in his rented room with a splitting headache. His clothes were on the floor. He thought he had just come back drunk and went to sleep without thinking much about it.

I vaguely felt that I had a relationship with a woman in the dream, and the feeling was very real. But after waking up, I felt it was absurd and ridiculous. How could it be real? So I treated it as a wet dream and moved on.

But now—

He looked at Shen Mengyao, at the little girl in front of him, and suddenly the broken string in his mind was reconnected.

That wasn't a wet dream.

That's true.

That woman was Shen Mengyao.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he felt a bitter taste in his mouth.

Four years ago, he had just graduated, was twenty-two years old, a poor boy from the countryside, and was working as a probationary employee in a large factory.

Shen Mengyao, one of the four princesses of Beijing's elite circle, is the daughter of the Shen family and a high-achieving graduate of Wharton Business School.

How could these two people possibly have anything in common?

What exactly happened that night?

How could she be with him—

Too many questions were swirling in his mind, but he knew now was not the time to ask them.

Seeing that he remained silent, Shen Mengyao spoke again: "So, how about we go to the testing agency now?"

Chen Hao took a deep breath, shook his head, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "No need. I believe you."

He squatted down.

Shen Xiaoting remained hidden behind her mother, her little hands clutching the hem of her mother's trench coat, revealing half of her face as she looked at him.

Upon closer inspection, her eyebrows and eyes bore a five or six-point resemblance to Shen Mengyao's, but the more Chen Hao looked at her face shape and mouth, the more she seemed to resemble himself.

Especially her small mouth, with its thin upper lip and slightly pouting lower lip, is practically a carbon copy of his.