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

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Chen Hao was preparing to pack up the measuring tape when he heard footsteps behind him.

He looked back and saw Meng Meiling walking along the village road, holding a plastic bag in her hand, with something inside.

"Mom, what brings you here?"

"I'm calling you for dinner." Meng Meiling walked over, her gaze falling on the white paper airplane on the village road.

"I saw Tingting throwing something from a distance. It flew so far, I thought it was some kind of bird."

"Grandma! It's a paper airplane I folded!" Shen Xiaoting ran over, picked up the paper airplane from the ground, and held it up in front of Meng Meiling.

"Grandma, look! I folded this myself! It can fly really, really far!"

Meng Meiling took the paper airplane and examined it from all angles.

It was just a regular A4 sheet of paper, folded a few times, nothing special.

She looked up at Chen Hao:

"Can this paper airplane fly very far? When I walked over just now, I saw Tingting throw it, and the airplane kept flying and flying until it landed after a long distance."

"Mom, did you see it with your own eyes?"

"Yes, I saw it when I turned the corner. It flew at least... at least fifty or sixty meters." Meng Meiling gestured with her hands, her expression still showing disbelief.

"Did Tingting really fold this?"

"Grandma! I really folded it!" Shen Xiaoting held Meng Meiling's hand, tilted her head back, and her little face was full of pride.

"My dad taught me! The ones he folded can fly over a hundred meters!"

Meng Meiling looked at Chen Hao, who smiled and nodded: "Mom, she did fold it."

I taught her a few times this afternoon, and she practiced on her own all afternoon, making rapid progress.

Meng Meiling squatted down and carefully examined the paper airplane in her granddaughter's hand—

The creases were neat, and the wings were symmetrical. Although it wasn't as exquisite as Chen Hao's folding, it was already incredibly good for a three-year-old child.

She looked again at the serious yet proud expression on Shen Xiaoting's face, and reached out to touch her granddaughter's face.

"Tingting is so amazing! Even Grandma couldn't fold such a fancy airplane."

Shen Xiaoting was embarrassed by the praise, but she still insisted on giving the credit to her father:

"Dad taught me! Dad is the best! The airplane Dad folds can fly 106 meters!"

Meng Meiling stood up, looked at Chen Hao, her eyes filled with a complex expression—she understood this son less and less.

She can do carpentry, bricklaying, electrical work, cooking, and acupuncture. Now she can even fold a paper airplane to a world record level.

"Haohao, when did you learn to fold this?" she asked.

"I knew how to fold it when I was a kid, and I recently figured it out and improved the folding method a bit." Chen Hao smiled and didn't explain further.

Meng Meiling shook her head and didn't ask any more questions.

She picked up the plastic bag in her hand: "Alright, go back and eat. Your dad's waiting."

"Wait a minute." Chen Hao took the paper airplane from his daughter and walked to the starting point.

"Tingting, let Daddy throw this paper airplane; it should fly farther."

Shen Xiaoting's eyes lit up, and she clapped her hands excitedly, "Daddy, fly! Fly!"

Chen Hao stood at the starting line, gripped the paper airplane's fuselage with his right hand, and felt its center of gravity—

It's located about one-third of the way behind the nose, slightly behind the one he folded himself. This means the flight attitude will be flatter, but the stability will be somewhat worse.

He adjusted his grip, placing his thumb and forefinger between the front and middle sections of the fuselage, while his middle finger gently supported the underside of the fuselage.

He took a deep breath, raised his arm back, and swung it forward forcefully, flicking his wrist slightly at the last moment.

The paper airplane shot out of his hand, more than twice as fast as when Tingting threw it.

Like a white arrow, it shot forward along an almost straight trajectory, its wings emitting a faint "humming" sound in the high-speed airflow.

Forty meters, sixty meters, eighty meters, one hundred meters—

The paper airplane passed the white stone marker at 100 meters, its speed not yet completely lost, and continued to glide forward.

102 meters, 104 meters, 105 meters—

It descended slowly, its nose dipped slightly, and floated horizontally for a short distance at a height of ten centimeters above the ground before gently touching down.

Shen Xiaoting saw it—the paper airplane flew over the white stone, landing a little closer than the one her father had thrown earlier, but it was still very close.

"Dad! It flew over the stone! It flew over the stone again!" she shouted as she ran over, picked up the paper airplane, and ran back to the starting point.

Chen Hao picked up the measuring tape and measured: "One hundred and four point nine meters."

Meng Meiling stood to the side, her mouth agape and her eyes wide open.

She watched as the paper airplane flew from her son's hand, flying very, very far away, so far that she thought it would never come down.

She had lived most of her life and had never seen a paper airplane fly so far.

"Haohao, this...how is this possible?" Her voice trembled slightly. "How can a paper airplane fly so far?"

"Aerodynamics, Mom," Chen Hao said with a smile as he rolled up the tape measure. "You wouldn't understand even if I told you."

Meng Meiling rolled her eyes at him, but did not refute him.

She walked over to Shen Xiaoting, bent down, and looked at the paper airplane in her granddaughter's hand—the creases were a little loose, the wings were a bit deformed, but the whole thing was still intact.

"Tingting, you folded this paper airplane, and your dad flew it over a hundred meters. Aren't you amazing?"

"It's Dad who's amazing!" Shen Xiaoting said earnestly.

"Dad throws it that far! I can't throw it that far, but I'll be able to when I grow up!"

Meng Meiling smiled and reached out to pick up her granddaughter: "Okay, when you grow up, you'll be even more amazing than your father."

When viewers in the live stream saw Chen Hao throw Tingting's paper airplane 104.9 meters, the chat exploded again—

"104.9 meters! A paper airplane folded by Tingting!"

"This shows that the design of the airplane that Tingting folded was already close to optimal; the only thing lacking was the force and technique of throwing it."

"It's outrageous that a three-year-old's paper airplane can break a world record after being folded by his father."

"I strongly suspect that the anchor was an aerospace engineer in the past."

"Not an aerospace engineer, but an all-around engineer."

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