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

Chen Hao, Chen Bingzhong, and Shen Xiaoting returned to the convenience store, where Meng Meiling was tidying up the shelves behind the counter.

When she saw the bloodstains on Chen Bingzhong's right arm, her expression changed instantly, and she almost dropped the beverage bottle in her hand.

"Old Chen! What happened to you?" She rushed over, grabbed Chen Bingzhong's arm, and her eyes immediately welled up with tears when she saw the long wound.

"How did you get hurt like this? Have you been to the hospital?"

"It's nothing." Chen Bingzhong waved his hand. "Ah Hao took care of it for me."

"Ah Hao?" Meng Meiling turned to look at Chen Hao, her face full of confusion. "What did he do?"

"Mom, I know a little about medicine."

Chen Hao put his daughter down, walked behind the counter, and took a bottle of medical alcohol, a pack of sterile gauze, a roll of medical tape, and a pack of cotton swabs from the shelf.

These items are available at small shops, and rural shops often keep some commonly used medical supplies on hand.

"You know medicine?" Meng Meiling's voice rose eight octaves, her expression shifting from worry to surprise. "When did you learn it?"

"I learned it outside." Chen Hao put the things on the counter and pulled his father to sit down on the stool.

He first used a cotton swab dipped in alcohol to carefully wipe the skin around the wound, cleaning away any remaining blood.

Then he used tweezers to pick up a piece of sterile gauze, dipped it in alcohol, and gently cleaned the inside of the wound—removing the dust and debris little by little.

[Ding! Wound cleaning completed. God-level medical skill experience points +128!]

Chen Bingzhong gritted his teeth, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead again, but he didn't utter a sound.

Meng Meiling stood by, watching her son skillfully clean, disinfect, and bandage the wound. His movements were clean and efficient, even more professional than the old doctor at the village clinic.

"Ah Hao, who did you learn this technique from?" she couldn't help but ask.

"I learned it outside," Chen Hao said, repeating the same thing without further explanation.

He bandaged the wound with gauze, secured it with tape, and then checked the tightness.

It's neither too tight nor too loose, which secures the gauze without affecting blood circulation.

Finally, he removed the gold needles from his father's arm—

He removed two of the three gold needles that were in the yard before, leaving one on the Kongzui acupoint, which has remained there until now.

He pinched the needle tip, gently rotated it twice, then quickly pulled it out, wiped the needle with an alcohol swab, and put it back in the box.

"Okay." He stood up.

"Don't get the wound wet for the next few days. Change the dressing every day, and it should scab over in three or four days."

Meng Meiling watched her son put away the box of gold needles, her mouth opening and closing repeatedly before finally saying:

"Ah Hao, just how many other things do you know?"

Chen Hao smiled but did not answer.

Shen Xiaoting stood to the side, watching her father finish bandaging her grandfather's wound. She ran over, took her father's hand, looked up at him, and said:

"Dad, will you teach me how to treat illnesses in the future?"

Chen Hao squatted down to be at eye level with his daughter: "Tingting wants to learn how to treat illnesses?"

"Yes!" Shen Xiaoting nodded vigorously, "I want to be as amazing as Daddy! I want to be able to do everything!"

Chen Hao smiled and reached out to ruffle his daughter's hair: "Okay, when Tingting grows up, Daddy will teach you."

Shen Xiaoting smiled happily and kissed her father on the cheek.

Chen Bingzhong sat on the stool, looking down at the neatly bandaged gauze on his arm, then at his son squatting on the ground talking to his granddaughter, and his nose tingled with emotion.

He picked up the thermos on the counter, took a sip of tea, which had long since gone cold, but he felt warm inside.

……

After finishing lunch, Chen Hao put the dishes and chopsticks in the kitchen, washed his hands, and came out to see Chen Bingzhong sitting on a chair in the main room, his right arm wrapped in gauze, holding a teacup, with a resentful expression on his face.

"Dad, don't go this afternoon, stay home and rest," Chen Hao said.

"My hand is injured but my leg isn't. Can I at least hand you something?" Chen Bingzhong was still trying to persuade him.

"No need, there's not much work left, I can manage on my own."

"Your wound hasn't healed yet. If you bump into it again, it'll be troublesome." Chen Hao's tone left no room for negotiation.

He turned to Meng Meiling and said, "Mom, keep an eye on him and don't let him do any work."

Meng Meiling nodded, walked over and took the teacup from Chen Bingzhong's hand, replacing it with a cup of hot tea: "Did you hear me? Your son told you to rest, so just rest. Don't try to be a hero."

Chen Bingzhong snorted and said nothing more.

Chen Hao walked to the door, where Shen Xiaoting had already put on her little shoes and was standing by the door holding a rabbit, waiting for him.

She tilted her head back, her eyes bright: "Daddy, are we going to the new house?"

"Yes, go and finish the last bit of work in the kitchen." Chen Hao bent down, picked up his daughter, and walked out of the convenience store.

When they arrived at the old house, Chen Hao put his daughter on a small plastic stool in the yard, then took out his phone to check the time—it was a little past one in the afternoon, and the sun was shining brightly.

On a whim, he turned on the live stream.

As soon as the live stream started, viewers flooded in.

After several days of live streaming, he has gained more than 170,000 fans, and the number of viewers exceeded 2,000 in less than a minute after he started streaming.

"It's open! The afternoon session has started!"

"Have you finished lunch, streamer? What are you doing this afternoon?"

"Is Uncle's injury alright? The way the anchor bandaged him at noon was very professional."

"Tingting's here again! The little cutie looks so adorable in her pink outfit today!"

Chen Hao sent a message using his mind: "Finish the kitchen this afternoon, install the faucets and shelves, and it will be done."

"Looking forward to it! Once the kitchen is finished, the whole renovation will be complete, right?"

"The streamer did the work my renovation team did in three months in just eight days."

"Tingting is sitting so well-behaved next to me, but won't she get bored?"

Chen Hao glanced at his daughter—Shen Xiaoting, sitting on a small stool, holding a rabbit, her two short legs stretched out straight, toes touching, sometimes apart and sometimes together.

Her eyes were on her father, and her little face had an expression that said, "I'll sit here quietly and not bother you," but beneath that expression lay a hint of boredom.

He squatted down to be at eye level with his daughter: "Tingting, Daddy has to get to work. Won't you be bored sitting here?"

Shen Xiaoting shook her head, but then nodded and whispered, "There's one thing... I can't help Dad when he's working."

Chen Hao thought about it and realized that his daughter really couldn't do much while he was working—she couldn't reach the tools he was handing her, she couldn't move the materials, and she would get bored if she stood by and watched for too long.

He needed to find her something to do, but it couldn't be anything too complicated.

"Tingting, would you like to fold paper airplanes?" he asked.

Shen Xiaoting's eyes lit up: "I can fold paper airplanes! My mom taught me!"

"Oh? Your mother taught you that? How far can it fly?"

Shen Xiaoting stretched out her hands, about half a meter apart, and said, "It can fly that far!"

Chen Hao laughed: "Then the paper airplanes that Dad folds can fly very, very far."

"How far?" Shen Xiaoting asked curiously.

"At least one hundred meters."