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

Another wave of gifts appeared on the screen—

[Aeronautical engineer Lao Zhou gave away two helicopters!]

[“Tingting’s sister-in-law” has given away 1 Carnival gift!]

[Parenting expert Teacher Wang gave away a Porsche!]

[Received donation: 2 helicopters, gained 1199 popularity points!]

[Received a donation: Carnival x1, gained 6000 popularity points!]

[Received a donation: 1 Porsches, gained 240 popularity points!]

Chen Hao sent a message telepathically: "That's all for today's live stream. I'm going to eat. I probably won't be streaming tonight. See you all tomorrow."

"Okay, host! See you tomorrow!"

"Bye-bye, Tingting! My little cutie, eat well tonight!"

Looking forward to tomorrow's live stream!

Chen Hao turned off the live stream and put his phone in his pocket.

He took his daughter from Meng Meiling, supporting her little bottom with one hand and lifting the small square table and tool bag with the other.

"Mom, let's go back for dinner."

The three people walked along the village road toward the village entrance.

Shen Xiaoting leaned on her father's shoulder, still clutching the paper airplane in her hand, unwilling to throw it away.

Meng Meiling walked beside them, glancing at her son and granddaughter every now and then, her smile never fading.

Back at the convenience store, Chen Bingzhong was already sitting at the octagonal table in the main room.

His right arm was still wrapped in gauze, but he looked much better than in the afternoon.

There were four dishes on the table—braised fish, stir-fried pork with chili peppers, stir-fried green beans, and tomato and egg soup, along with a large bowl of rice.

"You're back?" Chen Bingzhong glanced at his son, his gaze falling on the paper airplane in his hand. "What's this?"

"Tingting folded a paper airplane." Chen Hao put his daughter down and let her sit on his little stool.

Chen Bingzhong took the paper airplane and looked at it, turning it over and over twice, but he couldn't see anything special about it.

He placed it on the table, picked up his rice bowl, and said, "Eat, eat."

The four of them sat down to eat.

Shen Xiaoting had a particularly good appetite today. She took the little rabbit chopsticks, picked up a piece of fish, and carefully removed the bones.

Although she didn't pick them all out perfectly, she was very careful, examining each little thorn for a long time before putting it in her mouth.

Chen Hao ate a few bites of rice, then put down his chopsticks: "Dad, Mom, I have something to tell you."

"What is it?" Meng Meiling asked.

"The kitchen in the old house is finished today."

I plan to make my own breakfast at the old house from now on, instead of coming over for breakfast.

We'll come over for lunch and dinner too.

Chen Bingzhong chewed his food and mumbled, "Okay, you can eat wherever you want."

Anyway, it's close by; it's just a short walk.

Meng Meiling thought for a moment and asked, "What are you making for breakfast? Can you make it well?"

Chen Hao smiled and said, "Mom, have you forgotten what I cooked? Breakfast is even simpler: some porridge, some steamed buns, and some fried eggs. Nothing difficult about it."

Meng Meiling remembered the dishes her son had prepared a few days ago, nodded, and asked no more questions.

"Where's Tingting? Is she having breakfast with you?" she asked.

"Yes, Tingting is eating with me." Chen Hao glanced at his daughter.

"Tingting, tomorrow morning Daddy will cook you some porridge and fry an egg, okay?"

"Okay!" Shen Xiaoting nodded vigorously, "Everything Daddy makes is delicious."

Chen Bingzhong snorted: "Flattery."

Shen Xiaoting tilted her head and looked at her grandfather: "Grandpa, what does 'flattery' mean?"

Chen Bingzhong choked for a moment, holding the bowl, unsure of what to say.

Meng Meiling burst out laughing, Chen Hao laughed too, and Shen Xiaoting, though she didn't know what everyone was laughing at, also giggled along.

After finishing his meal, Chen Hao helped his mother clear the dishes, then took his daughter's hand and walked out of the convenience store.

"Tingting, say goodbye to your grandpa and grandma."

"Goodbye, Grandpa and Grandma!" Shen Xiaoting waved into the house.

"Go to bed early!" Meng Meiling's voice came from inside the house.

The father and daughter walked back to their old house along the village road.

It was completely dark, and the village was quiet. A few dogs barked in the distance, and insects chirped in the grass nearby.

The lights in the courtyard of the old house were not on yet, and it was pitch black.

Chen Hao fumbled for the switch by the door in the dark. With a "click," the LED lights in the yard turned on, illuminating the entire yard with an orange glow.

He had just stepped into the main room when his phone rang.

He took it out and saw it was Shen Mengyao, a WeChat video call.

He answered the call, and Shen Mengyao's face appeared on the screen.

She was wearing a black loungewear set, her hair was draped over her shoulders, and her skin glowed white in the light from the phone screen.

Her eyes were still bright, but the dark circles under her eyes were a bit darker than before, and her lips were a lighter color. She looked like she had just finished working overtime.

"Shen Mengyao," Chen Hao called her name.

"Chen Hao." She paused for a moment. "Where's Tingting?"

"It's over there." Chen Hao handed the phone to his daughter, "Tingting, it's your mother calling."

Shen Xiaoting took the phone with both hands, held it up to her face, and a smile immediately bloomed on her little face: "Mommy!"

Shen Mengyao's lips curled up slightly—the curve was very small, but Chen Hao noticed it.

"Tingting, are you happy today?"

"So happy! I'm super happy!" Shen Xiaoting's voice suddenly rose in pitch.

"Mom, Dad taught me how to fold a paper airplane today, it's amazing! It can fly over a hundred meters!"

Shen Mengyao frowned slightly.

She had taught Tingting how to fold paper airplanes before. The best time she flew one was about ten meters, and flying it twenty meters was considered an exceptional performance.

More than a hundred meters?

She thought Tingting might be exaggerating; after all, she was just a child and didn't have a concept of numbers.

"More than a hundred meters? Really?" Her tone carried a hint of disbelief, but she didn't say it directly.

"Really! Mom, if you don't believe me, I'll fly right now and show you!" Shen Xiaoting was very excited and eager to prove it to her mother.

Chen Hao, who was nearby, overheard this and came over with a smile, saying to his daughter, "Tingting, the yard is spacious. Go fly around in the yard, and Mom can see you on my phone."

"Okay!" Shen Xiaoting ran into the yard with her phone in hand.

Chen Hao followed behind her and reached out to turn on the yard light—

Two LED floodlights were installed on the courtyard wall, one on the left and one on the right, illuminating the entire courtyard as bright as day.

Shen Xiaoting handed her phone to her father and asked him to hold it for her.

Chen Hao took the phone and pointed the rear camera at his daughter.

On the screen, Shen Mengyao can see the entire courtyard—the cement ground, the white walls, and Tingting standing in the middle of the courtyard.

Shen Xiaoting took out the paper airplane she had been clutching from her pocket and checked whether the wings were deformed.

She walked to one end of the yard, found a suitable starting point, stood still, took a deep breath, leaned back slightly, and threw the paper airplane out with force.