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

Chen Hao folded the paper airplane quickly, but every step was precise and accurate, without hesitation or rework.

The paper seemed to come alive in his hands, folding and shaping itself naturally in the direction of his fingers, each crease clean and neat, each angle just right.

Shen Xiaoting stared, her eyes wide with amazement.

When she used to learn to fold paper airplanes from her mother, her mother folded them very slowly, taking a long time to think about each step, and the airplanes she folded were crooked and twisted.

But Dad folded them quickly and accurately, his fingers flying, as if he were performing magic.

"Daddy is so amazing!" she couldn't help but exclaim.

Viewers in the live stream witnessed the entire process of Chen Hao folding paper airplanes, and the comments section shifted from skepticism to astonishment.

"Holy crap, that streamer's technique is so smooth!"

"Every step was clean and efficient, without any unnecessary adjustments; this is at a professional level."

"The dihedral of the wing's trailing edge is something most people wouldn't do, and even if they did, they wouldn't get it accurate."

"I've been folding paper airplanes for twenty years, and the anchor's technique is better than anyone I've ever seen."

"But good technique doesn't guarantee a long flight; the key is still the design."

"Yes, how far a paper airplane flies depends on its center of gravity, wing shape, and throwing angle; it's not just about how pretty it looks."

"Let's wait until the streamer flies before we talk about it. I still don't quite believe he can fly 100 meters."

Chen Hao picked up the folded paper airplane and weighed it in his palm.

The white fuselage has smooth lines, symmetrical and flat wings, and a sharp nose, making the overall design simple and elegant.

He gently flicked the tail of the plane with his finger to confirm the position of the center of gravity—it was in the front third of the fuselage, which was the optimal center of gravity for the paper airplane.

[Ding! God-level paper airplane completed. Flight performance evaluation: Theoretical maximum flight distance 112.5 meters, stability 97.3%, wind resistance level 2.]

"Daddy, hurry up and fly!" Shen Xiaoting couldn't wait any longer and patted the table with her little hands.

"No rush," Chen Hao smiled. "We need to measure a distance of 100 meters first."

He walked over to the pile of tools and pulled out a measuring tape.

This measuring tape was bought along with his tools; it's a 50-meter tape with a yellow casing and can automatically rewind.

He pressed a button, pulled the ruler out of the box, and the metal ruler hook got stuck on the ground.

"Daddy will help you pull it." Shen Xiaoting ran over, grabbed the end of the ruler with both hands, and walked forward with her father.

The ruler spun out of the box, its metal strap gleaming silver in the sunlight.

After walking twenty meters, Chen Hao made a mark on the ground with a pebble.

After walking another twenty meters, I made another mark.

Five 20-meter sections, totaling 100 meters.

He squatted down, fixed the end of the ruler to the ground, and checked—one hundred meters, just right.

He used a red brick to weigh down the ruler hook at the starting point and placed a white stone at the finish line as a marker.

Shen Xiaoting stood beside the finish line and looked back at the starting line—her father stood there, so small that he was just a silhouette.

She turned back, looking at the white stones at her feet, her little face full of disbelief.

"It's so far..." she whispered.

Chen Hao walked back to the starting point, stood behind the red bricks, and held a paper airplane in his hand.

He glanced down at the paper airplane's fuselage and made a final adjustment to the dihedral of the wing's trailing edge with his fingers.

Then I looked up at the straight line ahead—from the starting point to the finish line, there were no obstacles, the ground was flat, and the view was wide open.

"Tingting, Daddy's going to fly!"

"good!"

Shen Xiaoting stood beside the finish line, her little hands clutching the rabbit's ears, looking at her father with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation.

Chen Hao took a deep breath, pinched the middle of the paper airplane's fuselage with his right hand, held the area below the nose with his index and middle fingers, and gently pressed his thumb against the back of the airplane.

He leaned back slightly, raised his arms behind him, and then—forcefully swung them forward.

The moment the paper airplane left his hand, he flicked his wrist slightly, giving the airplane a perfect spin.

This rotation is not meant to make the aircraft roll, but rather to keep it stable during flight and counteract airflow disturbances.

The paper airplane flew away.

The moment it left Chen Hao's finger, it shot forward like an arrow released from a bow, following an almost straight trajectory.

It was fast, but its attitude was very stable—no swaying, no rolling, the nose always pointing forward, and the wings vibrating slightly in the airflow, emitting a very soft "humming" sound.

ten meters.

Twenty meters.

Thirty meters.

The paper airplane began to slow down, but its posture remained stable, like a gliding eagle drawing a beautiful parabola in the air.

Its trajectory changed from ascending to level flight, and then from level flight to a slow descent, but the angle of descent was so small that it was almost invisible.

Forty meters.

Fifty meters.

Sixty meters.

Shen Xiaoting stood beside the finish line, her eyes wide and her mouth agape, watching the white shadow fly over from afar.

It flew very slowly and steadily, like a white butterfly floating in the air, but it didn't look like it was about to fall.

Seventy meters.

Eighty meters.

Ninety meters.

The paper airplane flew past the 90-meter mark and its altitude dropped to less than one meter above the ground, but its speed had not completely disappeared and it was still gliding forward.

Its nose was tilted slightly downwards, and its wings remained balanced until the very last moment.

One hundred meters.

The moment the paper airplane flew over the white stone, Shen Xiaoting subconsciously took a step back.

It flew past her knees, creating a slight gust of air, and then continued flying forward for about six meters before slowly landing on the ground.

Shen Xiaoting froze for a second, then screamed.

"Daddy! It flew over! It flew over that rock! So far, so far away!"

She turned around and waved vigorously towards the starting line, her little face flushed with excitement.

She ran over, picked up the paper airplane, held it in both hands as if it were a treasure, and then ran back to her father along the village road.

"Dad! Look! It flew over here!" She held the paper airplane up to Chen Hao, pointing with her other hand to where it had landed in the distance.

"Further than that rock! So, so far! Dad, you weren't exaggerating!"

Chen Hao squatted down, took the paper airplane, and smiled: "Dad told you he wasn't lying to you, right?"

"You're not lying to me! Daddy is amazing!"

Shen Xiaoting rushed into her father's arms, wrapped her arms around his neck, buried her face in his shoulder, and rubbed against him several times.

The chat room was completely exploding with excitement!

"Holy crap!!! It really flew a hundred meters!!!"

"More than 100 meters! I think the landing point was at least 105 meters away!"

"I counted, from the starting point to the landing point, it was about 106 to 107 meters."

"The world record is 98.43 meters, and the anchor's jump broke the record!"

"No, how are you sure it's 100 meters? Did the anchor use a measuring tape?"

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