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

"No, streamer!"

"Let's see what your hometown looks like!"

"Please stream this live! Please watch Fengshuping!"

"Okay, okay, the streamer needs to get back to work. Remember to start the broadcast once you're settled!"

"Have a safe journey! Congratulations on arriving home!"

Chen Hao did not reply and directly shut down the live stream with his mind.

The live stream disappeared, and the system interface shrank back into the depths of consciousness.

The car fell silent, with only the low hum of the engine and the sound of the wind outside the window.

He drove on along the country road.

Scattered houses began to appear on both sides of the road—

Some are newly built two-story buildings, covered with white tiles and fitted with aluminum alloy doors and windows;

Some are old-fashioned adobe houses, with peeling paint revealing the yellow mud and straw underneath.

Occasionally, you can see one or two chickens digging in the dirt by the roadside, and a yellow dog lying in the doorway sunbathing. When it sees a car driving by, it lazily lifts its eyelids, then closes them again.

Chen Hao reduced his speed to 20 mph and slowly drove into the village.

His house is the first house at the entrance of the village.

It was a two-story brick building with white lime plaster on the exterior walls, some of which were already mottled, revealing the red bricks inside.

A faded sign hangs on the front of the house, bearing the words "Chen's Convenience Store." The characters are blurred, but still legible.

Below the signboard is a double wooden door, with two faded New Year pictures pasted on the door panels. On the left is a chubby baby holding a carp, and on the right are the three gods of fortune, prosperity, and longevity.

Several plastic chairs were placed on the cement ground at the entrance, two red and one blue, all cheap ones, with cracks already appearing on the seats.

The shop window was an old-fashioned iron window. On the windowsill were several empty beverage bottles and a dusty plastic flowerpot. The flowers in the flowerpot had long since withered, leaving only a dry stem.

Chen Hao parked the car on the cement ground in front of the convenience store and turned off the engine.

As soon as the car came to a stop, two people walked out of the convenience store.

The man walking in front was in his fifties, not very tall, about 1.7 meters, and rather thin.

He was wearing a faded blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, gray trousers, and old-fashioned black sandals.

His hair was already gray, cut very short, and close to his scalp.

His face was tanned bronze by the sun, and his wrinkles were deep, especially the lines on his forehead, which looked like they had been carved with a knife.

His eyes weren't big, but they were very bright, and they would squint into two slits when he smiled.

Her nose was a little flat, her lips were thin, and she had a black mole on her chin.

This is Chen Hao's father, Chen Bingzhong.

The woman following behind was also in her fifties, half a head shorter than the man, with a round face and fair skin. Although she had wrinkles, they weren't as deep as Chen Bingzhong's.

She was wearing a floral short-sleeved shirt, black straight-leg pants, and blue plastic slippers.

Her hair was dyed; the black roots had grown out quite a bit, creating a noticeable color difference with the brown underneath.

She was holding a rag in her hand, probably because she had been wiping the table inside the house and came out when she heard the car.

This is Chen Hao's mother, Meng Meiling.

When Chen Bingzhong saw his son's white SUV, a smile immediately spread across his face. His eyes narrowed into slits, and his mouth stretched wide, revealing a few slightly yellowed teeth.

He walked quickly to the car, bent down, and glanced at the driver's seat.

"You're back?" His voice, thick with a southern accent, was quite loud and stood out prominently at the quiet village entrance.

"Why are you only getting back now? Didn't you say you'd arrive this morning?"

Chen Hao pushed open the car door, got out, closed the door, and turned to face his father.

He was half a head taller than his father, and when they stood together, he could see his father's sparse hair and reddish scalp.

"There was a slight delay when we set off," Chen Hao said. "There were some issues on the road, and we ended up driving on a provincial highway, which slowed us down a bit."

Chen Bingzhong nodded without asking any further questions.

It's good that my son is back; it doesn't matter what time he arrived.

Meng Meiling also came over, still clutching the rag in her hand.

She looked her son up and down, her eyes reddening slightly, but she quickly smiled.

"It's good to be back, it's good to be back." Her voice was much gentler than Chen Bingzhong's, carrying a mother's tenderness. "Were you tired on the way? How long did it take to drive?"

"I set off yesterday afternoon, drove for a while, stayed in a hotel for one night, and drove for most of the day today," Chen Hao said. "It's alright, not tiring."

"It's good that you're not tired." Meng Meiling nodded, shifting her gaze from her son and subconsciously glancing into the car.

Then her gaze froze.

The rear windows were not tinted, so you could clearly see inside from the outside.

Meng Meiling saw a little girl sitting in the child safety seat in the back seat—

She had a half-loose pigtail, wore a light pink jacket, and was holding a plush rabbit in her arms. She was looking out timidly with her big, dark eyes.

Meng Meiling was stunned for a moment, and almost dropped the rag in her hand.

"This..." She turned to look at Chen Hao, her expression changing from joy to confusion.

"Hao, who's that little girl in the back?"

Hearing his wife's words, Chen Bingzhong also peeked into the car.

Sure enough, there was a little girl sitting in the back seat, small and white, like a soft cotton candy.

His brows furrowed, and he looked puzzled.

Chen Hao did not answer directly, but walked to the back door and opened it.

He bent down, unbuckled the seatbelt, and then, holding his daughter under her armpits, lifted her out of the seat.

Shen Xiaoting was very light; he could support her little bottom with one hand and hold her small back with the other.

Shen Xiaoting was held in her father's arms, her little hands clutching the ears of the plush rabbit, her whole body huddled against her father's chest, only half of her face showing.

Her eyes were large, filled with unfamiliarity and nervousness; her lips were pressed tightly together, and her chin trembled slightly.

Chen Hao turned his daughter around so that she was facing her parents.

He held his daughter in one hand, gently patted her back with the other, and then spoke in a very calm tone, as if he were talking about something perfectly normal.

"Dad, Mom, this is my daughter, Tingting."

The air was silent for about three seconds.

Chen Bingzhong and Meng Meiling were both stunned, their expressions exactly the same—

His mouth was slightly open, his eyes were wide, his eyebrows were raised, and the wrinkles on his face were made even more pronounced by this expression.

They looked at the small, fair-skinned, and beautiful little girl in Chen Hao's arms, like a porcelain doll, then looked at Chen Hao, then at the little girl, and then at Chen Hao again.

"Tingting," Chen Hao said to his daughter, his voice gentle, "this is Grandpa, this is Grandma. Call him Grandpa, call her Grandma."