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

The lights in the main room were on at night.

Chen Hao and Tingting sat facing each other at the desk.

Several sheets of A4 paper were laid out on the table, with scissors, a ruler, and a pencil next to them.

Chen Hao plans to help Tingting improve her paper airplane folding technique so that the paper airplanes she folds can fly farther and for longer.

Tingting held a piece of paper that was folded in half in her hand, her brows slightly furrowed, her little face full of seriousness.

She folded very slowly, stopping after each fold to check if the creases were straight and if both sides were symmetrical.

Chen Hao was also holding a piece of paper in his hand.

He folded very slowly, stopping after each fold to show Tingting.

"Tingting, look here." Chen Hao held the paper airplane up to the light, pinched the trailing edge of the wing with his fingers, and bent it upwards at a very small angle.

"If we adjust the wing angle upwards by one degree, it will be able to glide a longer distance during flight."

Tingting leaned over to look, her little head almost touching the paper airplane.

She reached out and touched the angle with her index finger to feel the degree of bending.

Then she nodded, withdrew her hand, picked up her half-finished product, disassembled it, and refolded it.

She folded to the same position and, imitating her father, bent the trailing edge of the wing upwards a little.

The angle isn't large, but it's more precise than before.

After she finished bending, she touched it to make sure it was about the same angle as the angle her father had bent.

[Ding! Completed the paper airplane wing angle adjustment tutorial, God-level origami experience points +128!]

Tingting folded one up, held it up to the light, and examined it.

She flipped the paper airplane over and over to make sure that the two wings were symmetrical and that the angles on both sides were the same.

Then she handed it to Chen Hao.

Chen Hao took it but did not throw it.

He placed the paper airplane in his palm, gently moved it with his fingers to find its center of gravity, and weighed it in his hand.

The center of gravity is now slightly forward, indicating that the weight distribution of the nose is more reasonable.

He turned the paper airplane over and looked at the creases on the bottom. Each crease was neat and straight, without any crookedness.

"Very good." Chen Hao placed the paper airplane on the table.

"Try the hovering type again. Dad will teach you how to fold the winglets again."

He picked up a new piece of paper, folded it in half, and then unfolded it.

He folded very slowly, stopping after each fold to wait for Tingting to see clearly.

The winglets are key to a hovering paper airplane; they are two small triangles that fold upwards at the same angle and at the same height.

Just a little bit more and the plane would have veered off course in the air, and the circling time would have been much shorter.

Tingting stared at her father's hands, watching him fold out the small wingtip on the left and then the one on the right.

She watched very intently, her eyes never blinking.

After her father finished folding, she picked up her own paper and tried to fold it herself.

The first time I folded it, the left side was half a millimeter higher than the right side.

She looked at it, wasn't satisfied, and took it apart and folded it again.

The second time, both sides were the same height.

She held up the paper airplane and compared it to the one her father had made. She then measured the height of the two winglets with a ruler, and the numbers were the same.

[Ding! Completed precise folding of the wingtip winglet, God-level Origami experience points +132!]

Tingting held up the folded paper airplane she had made to show her father.

Chen Hao took it and examined it carefully.

He first checked the symmetry of the wings, making sure the angles of the two wings were the same.

He then checked the height consistency of the winglets, making sure the left and right sides were the same height.

He checked the angle of the tail elevator one last time, making sure the upward tilt was just right.

"Tingting has made great progress."

These two paper airplanes are better than the ones from this afternoon.

Tingting smiled.

When she smiles, her eyes crinkle and reveal two small tiger teeth.

She carefully took the two paper airplanes, placed them on the desk, and then used a thick book to weigh down the wings to prevent them from deforming.

She even adjusted the position of the book to make sure that both paper airplanes were firmly pressed down.

The phone rang.

Chen Hao picked it up and looked at it; Shen Mengyao was on a video call.

He answered the call, and Shen Mengyao's face appeared on the screen.

She was wearing a light blue loungewear set today, with her hair down and not tied up.

She looked more energetic than a few days ago, and the dark circles under her eyes weren't as heavy as before.

"Shen Mengyao".

"Chen Hao, where's Tingting?"

"Right next to me."

Chen Hao turned the phone towards his daughter.

Tingting took the phone, held it in both hands, and brought her little face close to the screen.

"Mother!"

Shen Mengyao's lips curled up.

"Tingting, are you happy today?"

"So happy! So happy!" Tingting's voice was clear and loud, and could be heard throughout the entire room.

"Mom, an uncle and aunt came to visit us today! They invited Dad and me to participate in a paper airplane challenge! I'm going to compete with Dad in a few days!"

Shen Mengyao was stunned for a moment.

Paper airplane challenge?

She wasn't unaware of the competition.

The Ningbo Paper Airplane Challenge is the most authoritative paper airplane competition in the country, and it is reported by the media every year. Many school teachers take their students to participate.

But why would someone specifically go to Mapletree Flat to invite Chen Hao and Tingting?

"Tingting, why would someone invite you to participate in a competition?"

"Because Dad taught me how to fold paper airplanes during his live stream!" Tingting's tone was full of self-righteousness, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

"The paper airplanes that my dad and I folded flew very far and for a very long time."

The uncle and aunt saw us and thought we were amazing, so they drove over to invite us to participate in the competition.

"Mom, they came from a very far place; they drove for a long time."

Shen Mengyao remained silent for a moment.

The "faraway place" that Tingting mentioned should be Ningbo.

From Ningbo to Fengshuping, it's over 400 kilometers and takes more than five hours to drive.

The fact that the organizing committee members made a special trip to invite Chen Hao and Tingting shows that Chen Hao's paper airplanes have indeed caught their attention.

She remembered watching a video of Chen Hao folding paper airplanes.

The video shows the paper airplane that flew over 100 meters and stayed in the air for almost a minute.

It would indeed be a loss for the competition if such a player did not participate.

"Tingting is really amazing," Shen Mengyao said with a smile.

"Mom, those uncles and aunties said we're sure to win a prize if we participate in the competition!" Tingting's voice was even more excited, and she jumped up and down on her little chair.

"I will win the championship!"

"Is Tingting that confident?"

"Yes! Because Dad helped me improve the way I fold paper airplanes." Tingting got even more excited when she talked about this, and her speech became much faster.

"The paper airplanes I folded this afternoon flew as far as 105.5 meters and lasted for 60.09 seconds. That's one second longer than Dad's previous record!"

Shen Mengyao's eyes widened slightly.