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

Meng Meiling took the photo frame, looked down, and was completely stunned.

Chen Bingzhong also came over to take a look, and then he too was stunned.

The woman in the photo—no, I should say the girl—

She looked to be in her early twenties, with fair, glowing skin and exquisite features that made her seem like she stepped out of a painting. She had a cool and noble air about her, and even her faint smile carried a beauty that made people afraid to look directly at her.

She sat on the sofa, back straight, shoulders relaxed, her posture as elegant as a princess—

No, she was a princess from the beginning, a princess of the Beijing elite circle.

"This...this is Tingting's mother?" Meng Meiling's voice trembled slightly, her eyes wide open.

"Hao, you're not lying to us, are you? This is too... too..."

She couldn't find the right words to describe it.

So beautiful!

It doesn't look real at all.

They're people who are way out of their league.

Chen Bingzhong was also stunned, forgetting to crack the melon seeds in his hand.

He stared at the photo for a long time, then looked up at his son, his eyes revealing something he had never seen before—

A complex, indescribable emotion, somewhere between shock and pride.

"Ah Hao," his voice was a little hoarse, "you...you...you're really lucky."

Chen Hao gave a wry smile and didn't reply.

Meng Meiling turned the photo frame over and over again, looking at it repeatedly, muttering to herself:

"So beautiful, so beautiful, even more beautiful than the stars on TV... Ah Hao, is she really Tingting's mother? You two really... really were together?"

"Mom, it's true," Chen Hao said.

"You've seen the paternity test results; Tingting is my daughter. Her mother is the person in the photo."

Meng Meiling looked down at the photo again, then at Shen Xiaoting in her arms, and then at the photo again.

She compared Shen Mengyao's eyebrows and eyes with Shen Xiaoting's eyebrows and eyes in the photo—

The shape of the eyes, the curve of the outer corners of the eyes, the straightness of the bridge of the nose—

The more I look at them, the more they resemble each other; the more I look, the more I believe they are mother and daughter.

"So alike, so very alike," she murmured.

"Tingting looks like her mother, but her eyes are like yours, Hao. Tingting's eyes are like yours when you were little."

Chen Hao leaned over to look at the photo, then looked at his daughter.

He couldn't see any resemblance to himself, but since his mother said so, it must be true.

Meng Meiling placed the photo frame on her lap, hugged Shen Xiaoting with both arms, and her smile grew wider and brighter.

She turned and glanced at Chen Bingzhong, who was also looking at her. Their eyes met, and both of them conveyed the same message—

They have a granddaughter.

Their son, though not yet married, already has a daughter.

A three-year-old, adorable, beautiful, and well-behaved granddaughter.

Meng Meiling's eyes reddened again, but this time she didn't cry. She just sniffed hard, then hugged Shen Xiaoting tighter, rested her chin on her granddaughter's head, and gently rubbed it.

"Tingting," her voice was soft and sweet, carrying a grandmother's unique, doting tenderness that went straight to the bone.

"Grandma is so happy! Grandma has a granddaughter now."

Shen Xiaoting was being held by her grandmother. Although she was still a little unaccustomed to it, she could feel that her grandmother genuinely liked her.

She pulled her little hand away from her grandmother's shoulder, clutched her grandmother's collar, and whispered, "Grandma, you smell so good."

Meng Meiling was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, tears streaming down her face.

"Oh my, this child, how can she have such a sweet tongue!" She wiped away her tears.

"Grandma doesn't smell nice at all. She was just wiping the table in the house and she's covered in dust."

"It smells so good," Shen Xiaoting insisted, her little face full of seriousness.

Chen Bingzhong, watching this scene from the side, finally couldn't suppress the urge to smile and a smile appeared on his lips.

He pulled out a handful of sunflower seeds from his pocket and started cracking them, but this time he cracked them at a different speed than before—

Before, it was slow and deliberate, one grain at a time; now it's fast, crunching away like a mouse that has stolen some rice.

Chen Hao noticed his father's change, smiled inwardly, but didn't say anything.

Just then, his stomach growled—a soft rumble, but everyone present heard it.

Shen Xiaoting peeked out from her grandmother's arms, looked at her father, and whispered, "Dad, your stomach is growling."

Chen Hao rubbed his stomach and smiled, "Yeah, Dad's hungry."

"I'm a little hungry too," Shen Xiaoting said earnestly, rubbing her tummy.

Meng Meiling immediately stood up: "Are you hungry? Grandma will cook for you! Ahao, you sit down, let your dad watch the kids, I'll go to the kitchen and get a few dishes."

Chen Bingzhong also stood up, stuffed the sunflower seeds back into his pocket, and said, "I'll go help."

"No need, no need," Chen Hao waved his hand and took his daughter from his mother's arms.

"Mom, sit down and stay with Tingting a little longer. I'll cook dinner."

Meng Meiling was taken aback: "You cook? Can you cook?"

"Yes," Chen Hao smiled, his tone confident. "I did a decent job."

He said "not bad," but he knew in his heart that he now had god-level culinary skills, and the dishes he made were not "not bad," but Michelin three-star level.

But he didn't say it, because even if he did, his parents wouldn't believe him.

Meng Meiling was still a little worried: "You drove for so long, aren't you tired? I can do it, it'll be quick."

"I'm not tired, really not tired." Chen Hao hugged his daughter tightly, glanced down at her, and said.

"Tingting, how about Daddy cooks for you?"

Shen Xiaoting nodded, a smile spreading across her face: "Okay!"

Seeing that her son insisted, Meng Meiling didn't know what else to say and had no choice but to sit down again.

She reached out and took Shen Xiaoting's small hand in hers, gently squeezed it, and then looked up at Chen Hao, her eyes full of smiles.

"Okay, you can do it. The kitchen has everything. Your dad went to town to buy the vegetables this morning, they're very fresh."

The meat is in the refrigerator, the fish is in the tank; you can handle it as you see fit.

"Okay." Chen Hao nodded.

He handed his daughter to his mother, then turned and walked into the convenience store.

He took two steps, then stopped and looked back—

Meng Meiling sat on a plastic chair by the door, holding Shen Xiaoting in her arms. One arm was around her granddaughter's waist, and the other hand pointed to the distant mountains as she spoke to her granddaughter.

Shen Xiaoting followed her grandmother's finger and looked over, her little face full of curiosity.

Chen Bingzhong stood to the side, holding an enamel mug filled with tea. He sipped his tea while watching his granddaughter, the smile on his lips even wider than before.

As Chen Hao watched this scene, a feeling he couldn't quite put into words welled up inside him.

It's warm, reassuring, and carries a deep, weighty sense of responsibility.

He turned around, pushed open the door of the convenience store, and went inside.