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

Chen Hao neither looked at the comments nor the system notifications.

He packed up his tool bag, went outside into the yard, squatted down, and looked at his daughter.

"Tingting, were you scared?"

Shen Xiaoting shook her head, then asked softly, "Dad, who was that grandpa just now?"

"A relative." Chen Hao didn't say much, and reached out to pull up the mask on his daughter's face.

"Dad, that person's speech is so strange."

"What's strange about it?" Chen Hao asked, looking at his daughter.

"I didn't quite understand what he was saying, but it felt like... he didn't really like Dad." Shen Xiaoting frowned.

Chen Hao was silent for two seconds, then he tightened his grip on his daughter's hand and smiled.

"It's okay, Daddy doesn't need everyone to like him. It's enough that Tingting likes Daddy."

Shen Xiaoting nodded vigorously, looked up at her father, her eyes shining: "I love Daddy the most!"

Chen Hao looked down into his daughter's clear, innocent eyes, and the slight displeasure he felt because of Chen Zhenhua vanished instantly.

He bent down and kissed his daughter on the forehead.

"Dad loves Tingting the most too."

Just then, his phone rang.

He took it out of his pocket and saw that it was an unfamiliar number, a local number.

"Feed?"

"Hello, I'm from the building materials market, delivering timber to you. The truck has arrived at your village entrance, where are you?"

Chen Hao glanced around—he was still in the open space in front of the old house, his daughter standing beside him, holding a rabbit in her arms, looking up at him as he made a phone call.

"Please wait a moment, I'll be right at the village entrance to meet you."

"Okay, hurry up, I can't leave my car here for too long."

Chen Hao hung up the phone, bent down and picked up his daughter: "Tingting, the timber Daddy bought has arrived. Let's go to the village entrance to pick up the delivery driver."

Shen Xiaoting hugged her father's neck and nodded.

Chen Hao carried his daughter in one arm and strode towards the village entrance.

The distance from the old house to the village entrance was about three or four hundred meters. He walked very fast, but his steps were very steady. Shen Xiaoting leaned on his shoulder and didn't feel any bumps at all.

A medium-sized truck was parked at the village entrance, its bed filled with neatly stacked timber.

Pine timber, plywood, and fir rafters were tied together with plastic rope and covered with a tarpaulin.

A middle-aged man in blue overalls was sitting in the driver's seat. When he saw Chen Hao carrying the child over, he pushed open the car door and jumped out.

"You're Chen Hao?"

"Yes, it's me."

"Take a look at the timber list: twenty square logs of Scots pine, fifteen sheets of plywood, and ten fir rafters. Count them, and if everything is in order, unload the truck."

Chen Hao put his daughter down and walked to the truck bed to count the timber piece by piece.

He doesn't need a ruler to measure; he can tell if the specifications are correct just by glancing at them.

His god-like carpentry skills make his eyes more accurate than a ruler.

[Ding! God-level woodworking skill triggered - Timber Inspection: 20 pieces of Scots pine square timber, dimensions 4×6×4000, tolerance ±2mm, qualified.]

[15 sheets of plywood, 17.8mm thick, acceptable.]

[10 cedar rafters, 100-110mm in diameter, 3000mm in length, qualified.]

"No problem, go ahead and uninstall it." Chen Hao nodded.

The truck driver called two people down from the cab; they were the unloading workers who had come with him.

The three men unloaded the timber from the truck and stacked it neatly in the location Chen Hao had specified—under the eaves of the old house.

Pine logs were placed upright against the wall, plywood was laid flat and stacked, and fir rafters were placed on two wooden blocks, off the ground to prevent moisture.

Chen Hao stood by and watched, occasionally giving directions on where the items were placed.

Shen Xiaoting stood beside her, her little hands gripping her father's trouser leg, watching curiously as the pieces of wood were moved around.

"Dad, what are these pieces of wood used for?" she asked, tilting her head back.

"Make the roof beams, make the cabinets, make the doors." Chen Hao looked down at her.

"For Tingting's room, Dad will use these pieces of wood to make you a wardrobe, a desk, and a small bed."

"Really?" Shen Xiaoting's eyes lit up. "Dad made it for me?"

"Yes, Dad will make it for you."

Shen Xiaoting smiled happily and hugged the rabbit even tighter.

After the timber was unloaded, Chen Hao took out his phone and transferred the remaining payment to the truck driver via WeChat.

Cash on delivery, totaling 10,000 yuan. I paid a 3,000 yuan deposit beforehand, and now I'm paying 7,000 yuan.

The driver confirmed he had received the money and drove off.

Just as Chen Hao put his phone back in his pocket, it rang again.

This time, we're delivering cement and gravel.

"Hello, is this Boss Chen? I'm delivering cement. The truck's at the village entrance. Where are you?"

"I'm at the village entrance. You drive in and keep walking along the road until you see a two-story building with white walls and a small shop next to it. That's my home."

But the goods won't be unloaded at my house. Keep driving forward until you reach the very back of the village, where there's an old house. I'll be waiting for you there.

"Okay, got it."

Chen Hao picked up his daughter again and walked back to the old house.

After waiting for about five minutes, a larger truck rumbled up, its bed piled high with bags of cement and heaps of sand and gravel.

A small, brand-new, orange-red concrete mixer was towed behind the truck.

The truck stopped in the open space in front of the old house.

The driver jumped out of the truck, a worker got out of the passenger seat, and another worker got out of the truck bed. The three of them started unloading the goods.

Chen Hao directed them to stack the cement against the wall, with wooden planks underneath to prevent moisture.

Thirty bags of PO42.5 cement, each weighing fifty kilograms, were stacked in six piles, with five bags in each pile.

Two cubic meters of sand were dumped on the open ground next to the cement, and a barrier was used to prevent them from scattering.

One side of the stones was unloaded next to the sand.

The small concrete mixer was unloaded at the entrance of the yard. Chen Hao checked it—it was brand new, the motor was running normally, and the drum was rotating smoothly. There were no problems.

[Ding! God-level masonry skill triggered - Material inspection: PO42.5 cement, production date 25 days, no lumps, qualified.]

[The mud content of the medium sand is less than 3%, which is acceptable.]

The gravel has a particle size of 1-2cm, good gradation, and is qualified.

The concrete mixer is operating normally and meets the required standards.

Chen Hao checked the quantity, confirmed it was correct, and paid the balance via WeChat.

The cement and aggregate cost a total of 1,800 yuan, with a deposit of 500 yuan and a final payment of 1,300 yuan; the mixer cost 3,200 yuan, which was paid in full.

The delivery driver took the money and drove off empty.

Shen Xiaoting squatted down next to the pile of sand, poked it with her little finger, found it felt nice, grabbed a handful, and watched the sand slip through her fingers, making a soft "shasha" sound.

"Tingting, stop playing with the sand, it's dirty." Chen Hao walked over and brushed the sand off his daughter's hands.

"It's so much fun!" Shen Xiaoting said with a smile.