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

Chen Hao smiled, took a towel, wet it, and gently wiped his daughter's back, shoulders, and arms.

Shen Xiaoting sat in the basin, having a great time, splashing water everywhere with her little hands, soaking Chen Hao's pants and T-shirt.

"Tingting, stop playing in the water and wash properly," he said, pretending to be serious.

Shen Xiaoting stuck out her tongue and obediently stopped moving.

But after a while, she couldn't resist and drew circles on the water with her finger, watching the ripples spread across the surface.

"Daddy, this basin is so big, I can swim in it!" she said earnestly, tilting her little face up.

"Swim one for your dad to see," Chen Hao said with a smile.

Shen Xiaoting actually lay down, splashing her limbs in the water a couple of times, sending water flying everywhere. Chen Hao got splashed in the face and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

When Shen Xiaoting saw her father smile, she giggled along with him, her laughter as clear and crisp as a silver bell.

After taking a bath, Chen Hao wrapped his daughter in a large towel and carried her to bed.

He pulled out his daughter's pajamas from the pink suitcase—the same pink outfit with the little bunny print—and helped her put them on.

Shen Xiaoting sat on the bed, her hair wet, her face flushed pink from the steam, her eyes bright, and she looked soft and adorable.

"Daddy, go take a shower, I'll wait for you." She hugged the plush rabbit and lay down obediently.

Chen Hao quickly took a shower—he just rinsed himself with cold water in the yard. Anyway, it wasn't cold in the summer, and after his physique was strengthened, his ability to adapt to hot and cold had also improved a lot.

It only took three minutes. I dried myself off, changed into clean clothes, and went back to my room.

Shen Xiaoting was indeed not asleep. She lay on the bed, hugging the rabbit, her eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling.

Hearing Chen Hao's footsteps as he entered, she turned around and smiled at him.

"Dad, are you done washing up?"

"I'm all done washing up." Chen Hao turned off the main light in the room, leaving only a small nightlight by the bedside.

The warm orange light filled the room, bathing everything in a cozy glow.

He lay down on the bed, turned to his side, and hugged his daughter.

Shen Xiaoting naturally snuggled into his arms, resting her head on his arm, holding the rabbit in one hand and clutching his collar with the other.

"Daddy, sing a song," she whispered.

Chen Hao gently patted his daughter's back and began to hum the lullaby.

The effect of the divine voice was maximized in the quiet room—

His voice was low, soft, and gentle, like the sound of wind drifting from afar, or like the crackling of a fireplace in winter, carrying a reassuring, hypnotic magic.

Every note was just right, neither too high nor too low, neither too fast nor too slow, like a warm river flowing slowly and silently through the entire room.

Shen Xiaoting blinked twice, then twice more, and then slowly closed her eyes.

Her breathing became even and long, her little body completely relaxed, and her fingers, which were gripping her father's collar, slowly loosened.

The corners of her mouth turned up slightly, as if she were having a very beautiful dream.

Chen Hao hummed for a while longer, and only stopped when he was sure his daughter was fast asleep.

He looked down at the little one in his arms—long eyelashes, a round face, pink lips, and soft breathing.

He couldn't help but kiss his daughter's forehead again.

Chen Hao looked at her for a long time, then gently and slowly pulled his hand away from her back and picked up his phone from the bedside table.

He opened the creator backend on the live streaming platform and checked his earnings details for the past two days.

The data from the backend is very clear—the live stream lasted a total of 6 hours and 42 minutes, with a total of 3.2 viewers, 1.2 new followers, and a current total of 1.5 followers.

After deducting the platform's commission, the gift revenue left 1438 yuan.

In addition, people gave him "likes" and "shares" under his pinned post, which added up to about a few dozen yuan.

Chen Hao calculated that he had earned about 1,500 yuan from the live streams over the past two days.

1,500 yuan.

Two days.

He used to work as a programmer at a big company, earning a little over a thousand yuan a day, which would amount to more than two thousand yuan in two days.

Although his income from live streaming hasn't exceeded his salary yet, it's already quite good considering he's only been streaming for two days and has only 15,000 followers.

Once he has more fans and the number of viewers in his live streams increases, his income will definitely rise.

He exited the backstage area and glanced at the number of followers again—15237.

He gained over 10,000 followers in a single day, much faster than he had anticipated.

He put down his phone, turned off the desk lamp, and the room fell into darkness.

He turned to the side, pulled his daughter back into his arms, and closed his eyes.

Renovating the old house will begin tomorrow.

He mentally calculated what he needed to do—

Clearing weeds, demolishing non-load-bearing walls, repairing roofs, painting walls, laying floor tiles, making cabinets, making wardrobes, installing plumbing and electrical systems, building bathrooms...

There were many things to do, but he had god-level skills, an enhanced physique, and the support of the system, so he believed he could handle it.

He took a deep breath and smelled the faint scent of shampoo on his daughter's hair, as well as the milky scent of her own body.

The two scents blended together create a sense of peace and comfort.

He fell asleep quickly.

Chen Hao woke up at 6:30 the next morning.

The sky outside the window was already bright, and sunlight shone through the gaps in the curtains, drawing a golden band of light on the floor.

Shen Xiaoting was still asleep, her face buried in the pillow, her hair disheveled like a burst dandelion.

Chen Hao didn't wake her. He quietly got out of bed and went downstairs to wash up.

Meng Meiling was already busy in the kitchen. When she saw her son come down, she pointed to the porridge and steamed buns on the stove: "Breakfast is in the pot, help yourself."

"Mom, I'll go work on the old house after I finish eating." Chen Hao shoveled a bowl of porridge and a steamed bun, then stood by the stove and ate.

"Are you sure you can manage on your own?" Meng Meiling was still a little worried.

"Okay, don't worry."

When Chen Hao finished breakfast and went upstairs, Shen Xiaoting was already awake and sitting on the bed rubbing her eyes.

Her hair was a mess like a bird's nest, her left cheek was red from sleep marks, her lips were dry, and she looked dazed and weak.

"Tingting's awake? Come on, Daddy will help you get dressed, then wash your face, brush your teeth, and have breakfast."

"Dad, are we going to fix the house today?" Shen Xiaoting asked as her father helped her get dressed.

"Yes, we're starting renovations on the old house today. Tingting, would you like to go with Daddy to take a look?"

"Yes!" Shen Xiaoting's voice suddenly perked up.

Chen Hao helped his daughter get dressed and took her downstairs to wash up and have breakfast.

After finishing his meal, he took out the tools he had bought the day before—hammer, saw, shovel, sickle, measuring tape, and spirit level—and laid them out all over the floor.

He put the tools he needed into a canvas tool bag, slung it over his shoulder, and then took a children's mask from inside the house and put it on his daughter.

"Tingting, it's very dusty over at the old house, wear a mask."

Shen Xiaoting obediently let her father help her put on a mask, leaving only her bright black eyes showing.

"Let's go, let's set off."