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

While Chen Hao was working, the system notification sound kept ringing—

[Ding! God-level carpentry experience points +156!]

[Ding! God-level bricklayer experience points +143!]

[Ding! Constitution +0.1, Current Constitution: 16.7.]

[Ding! God-level bricklayer experience points +167!]

[Ding! God-level carpentry experience points +128!]

[Ding! Constitution +0.1, Current Constitution: 16.9.]

On the ninth and tenth days, Chen Hao's physical fitness increased from 15.9 to 16.9, just 0.1 away from 17.

He felt his physical condition getting better and better. He didn't feel tired even after working all day. He felt warm all over when he went to sleep at night and was full of energy when he woke up the next morning.

On the tenth day, after the kitchen renovation was completed, Chen Hao was packing up his tools, while Chen Bingzhong was helping him organize the remaining tiles and cement.

Shen Xiaoting sat on a small stool outside the yard, holding a rabbit, watching her father work.

Just then, a man's voice came from outside the courtyard.

"Wow, Hao, you've decorated this house really nicely."

Chen Hao looked up and saw Chen Zhenhua walking in from outside the courtyard, carrying his glass teacup.

He was wearing a gray polo shirt, his belly was slightly protruding, and he had a half-smile on his face.

His eyes swept around the yard, and when he saw the brand-new house, his expression changed slightly—

The change was quick, fleeting, but Chen Hao caught it.

It was a moment of shock, followed by jealousy, and then resentment.

Chen Zhenhua has lived in the village for most of his life and has seen all kinds of houses.

But this house in front of me—

Eight days ago, it was a dilapidated house with peeling paint, a leaky roof, and weeds growing in the yard.

Now it has become a new house with snow-white walls, a brand-new roof, a smooth floor, and bright doors and windows.

He stood in the middle of the courtyard, looked around, and the smile on his lips froze for a moment.

"Ah Hao, you're quite capable." He took a sip of tea, his tone tinged with a hint of sourness.

"They've turned this dilapidated house into this state in just a few days."

Chen Hao didn't reply and continued tidying up his tools.

Chen Zhenhua was not driven away by the cold attitude; instead, he took a few steps forward and walked to the kitchen door.

He saw inside the kitchen—white ceramic tiles, gray floor tiles, a brand-new stove, beautiful cabinets, and a bright ceiling light—

His expression changed again, and the look of jealousy became even more pronounced.

"Tsk tsk tsk, the kitchen's all done too?" He shook his head, drawing out the words.

"Ah Hao, you're really good. But—"

He paused, took a sip of tea, and then said, "No matter how beautiful you are, it's useless."

Young people should go out and explore; if they stay at home and laze around like salted fish, they'll become useless.

He'll never amount to anything in his life.

As he said this, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and his eyes darted back and forth between Chen Hao and Chen Bingzhong, waiting to see their reactions.

Chen Bingzhong's face immediately darkened.

He put down the broom, turned to face Chen Zhenhua, and spoke in a low voice, but every word was filled with anger:

"Chen Zhenhua, what did you say?"

Chen Zhenhua waved his hand, giving an expression that said, "That's not what I meant."

"Oh, second brother, that's not what I meant. I just meant that young people should go out and explore, not just stay cooped up at home all the time..."

"Whether my son is successful or not is none of your business!" Chen Bingzhong's voice rose, and the veins on his neck bulged.

"If he wants to come back and live here, if he wants to renovate the house, that's his business. Why are you meddling in his affairs?"

Chen Zhenhua's smile froze for a moment after being rebuffed, but he didn't leave. Instead, he found a stool in the yard, sat down, crossed his legs, took a sip of tea, and looked like he was watching a good show.

"Second brother, don't get agitated. I was just saying."

Chen Bingzhong wanted to say something more, but Chen Hao tugged at his sleeve: "Dad, ignore him."

Shen Xiaoting sat on a small stool outside the courtyard. Although she couldn't understand everything Chen Zhenhua said, she could sense that his tone and expression were very uncomfortable.

She frowned and hugged the rabbit even tighter.

Viewers in the live stream witnessed this from a god-like perspective, and the chat section exploded with excitement.

"It's that third uncle again? What's he doing here again?"

"Is this guy just bored? Always coming here to be sarcastic and sarcastic?"

"Staying at home like a couch potato is a waste of life"—but people are renovating their houses, raising their kids, and doing live streams—is that considered a waste?

"He's just jealous of the streamer. He's envious of how well the streamer renovated the house."

"This kind of person is the most annoying. They can't stand seeing others do well when they're not doing well themselves."

"I feel sorry for the streamer. He has to work hard and still be disgusted by this kind of person."

"Just ignore him, host. Treat him like he's not there."

Gifts started floating on the screen—

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【"Country life is so wonderful" sent 3 hearts!】

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Chen Hao ignored Chen Zhenhua and continued packing up his tools.

He put the hammer, shovel, trowel, and spirit level into his tool bag one by one, moved the remaining tiles and cement to the corner and stacked them, and swept away the broken bricks and dust on the ground.

Chen Zhenhua sat on the stool, watching Chen Hao work, his mouth never stopping.

"Ah Hao, you did a really good job."

But what kind of talk is it for a grown man like you to stay home taking care of the kids and doing renovations instead of earning money?

"You lost your job at that big company, so what? Just find another one. You can't stay stuck in your hometown forever..."

Chen Hao paused for a moment, but quickly continued working.

"Look at my son," Chen Zhenhua said, getting more and more excited.

"He runs a processing plant in town and earns more than 200,000 yuan a year. That's what you call successful."

You used to work at a big factory in Beijing. It sounds impressive, but how much money could you actually save?

"Housing prices in Beijing are so expensive, can you even afford it? You'd be better off like my son, going back to your hometown and opening a shop..."

Chen Bingzhong clenched his fists.

He turned around, about to retort, when his foot slipped on a broken tile, and he lost his balance.

He instinctively reached out to grab the wall next to him, but his hand lost its grip and he lurched forward, his right arm hitting a broken tile in the corner of the wall.

"hiss--"

Chen Bingzhong gasped and withdrew his hand.

Blood gushed from his forearm—