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

Shen Xiaoting stood behind the starting line, holding the paper airplane in her right hand. She imitated her father, leaning her body slightly back, raising her arm backward, and then forcefully swinging it forward.

The paper airplane flew from her hand, not as fast as her father's, nor as steadily—

After it flew out, it swayed left and right twice, then adjusted itself and glided forward along an arc.

Twenty meters, thirty meters, forty meters—it landed at about forty-two meters, bounced on the ground, and then slid forward a little further.

"Daddy! It flew so far!" Shen Xiaoting jumped up excitedly, turned around to look at her father, her little face full of surprise.

Chen Hao smiled, picked up the measuring tape, walked from the starting point to where the paper airplane landed, and straightened the tape.

"Forty-four point five meters."

When viewers in the live stream saw this number, the chat section exploded again—

"Forty-four point five meters?! Tingting can fly that far on her first try?"

"I've been folding paper airplanes for twenty years, and the furthest I've ever flown is only thirty meters, which is less than what a three-year-old child can do."

"This paper airplane design is really amazing; even a three-year-old can fold it and it can fly more than 40 meters."

"The champion's score in the paper airplane competition for primary and secondary school students is only around 40 meters. Tingting's score is good enough to participate in the competition."

"The key is that the host only taught her once, and Tingting learned it, and the airplane she folded has such good flight performance."

"Tingting is so smart! Not only is she cute, but she's also very capable!"

"Like father, like daughter; the father is amazing, and the daughter is amazing too."

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Shen Xiaoting ran over and picked up the paper airplane, then ran to her father's side, tilting her head up to ask, "Dad, can the paper airplane I folded fly forty-four meters?"

"Yes, forty-four and a half meters. It flew much farther than the ones Dad folded when he was a kid."

Shen Xiaoting smiled so hard her eyes curved into crescent moons, and her two dimples appeared and disappeared.

She ran back to the starting point and threw the paper airplane again; this time it flew forty-one meters.

The third throw sent it flying forty-six meters.

She got more and more excited as she threw the balls, and every time she finished throwing one, she would run over to pick it up and run back to the starting point, enjoying it immensely.

Chen Hao stood by and watched his daughter run around on the village road, her little braids swinging back and forth, her laughter as clear and crisp as a wind chime.

He didn't urge her to go back to work, nor did he tell her to stop and rest.

He just stood there, watching his daughter run, jump, laugh, and shout, holding the paper airplanes she had folded herself, throwing them into the distance again and again.

Every time the paper airplane landed, she would turn around to look at him, shout "Dad, look!", then run over to pick it up, and run back.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her cheeks were flushed, but her smile never faded.

Chen Hao walked to the small square table, put away the remaining A4 paper, and also put away the measuring tape.

He wasn't in a hurry to finish up the kitchen chores—that could be done anytime—but his daughter's happiness was more important than anything else.

Shen Xiaoting threw the paper airplane again, and this time it flew exceptionally far. Excitedly, she ran to pick it up, then turned and ran back to her father, shouting as she ran:

"Dad! Am I getting better and better?!"

"Yes! She's getting better and better!" Chen Hao squatted down, opened his arms, and waited for his daughter to rush into his arms.

Shen Xiaoting ran over, buried her face in her father's arms, and held the paper airplane up to him:

"Dad, look, this airplane is still good, it's not broken! I folded it very tightly!"

Chen Hao took the paper airplane and looked at it—

The fuselage was slightly deformed, and the creases on the wings were a bit loose, but the overall structure was still intact.

He gently pinched it with his hand, corrected the deformed part, and then handed it back to his daughter.

"Of course the airplane that Tingting folded is sturdy."

Shen Xiaoting held the paper airplane in her hands, carefully, as if it were a precious treasure.

She looked down at the airplane, then looked up at her father, and suddenly said, "Dad, I want to show this airplane to Mom."

Chen Hao paused for a moment, then smiled: "Okay, show it to Mom next time she makes a video call."

"Yes!" Shen Xiaoting nodded vigorously.

"I want to tell Mom that the paper airplane Dad taught me can fly really, really far, much farther than the ones Mom taught me!"

Chen Hao laughed out loud: "Mom will be sad if she hears this."

Shen Xiaoting thought for a moment and said seriously, "Then I will tell Mom that Mom's airplane teaching is also very good, but Dad's airplane flying is farther."

"Okay, that's settled then."

Chen Hao stood up, took his daughter's hand, and walked back into the yard.

He glanced at the kitchen—the faucet wasn't installed yet, the shelves weren't fixed in place, and there was still about an hour of work to be done.

He looked at his daughter again—she was still holding the paper airplane, her little face full of a satisfied smile, and the beads of sweat on her forehead glistened in the sunlight.

"Tingting, Daddy will go finish the chores in the kitchen first. You can play here for a while, okay?"

"good!"

Shen Xiaoting nodded obediently, ran to the small stool outside the yard, sat down, placed the paper airplane on her lap, and carefully smoothed out the creases on the wings.

Chen Hao went into the kitchen, picked up his tools, and began installing the faucet and shelves.

He moved quickly, but with each step he would glance back at his daughter outside the yard—

She sat on the stool, sometimes holding the paper airplane up to the sunlight, sometimes pinching the wings, and sometimes standing up to try throwing it. She would catch it after throwing it two or three meters, afraid of breaking the airplane.

He smiled and continued working.