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

The paper airplane flew from Shen Xiaoting's hand, tracing a white arc under the lights in the courtyard.

The courtyard wasn't as long as the village road, only about forty meters long. The paper airplane flew from one end to the other without slowing down much. It hit the courtyard wall, bounced once, and landed on the ground.

Shen Mengyao saw the whole process on the screen—

The paper airplane flew very fast and steadily, traveling at least forty meters from Tingting's hand to the other side of the courtyard wall. It was still moving quite fast when it hit the wall. If there had been enough space, it could have flown even further.

"Mommy, did you see that? It flew so far!" Shen Xiaoting ran over to pick up the paper airplane, ran back to her phone, and brought her little face close to the camera lens.

"The yard is too small; it can fly over 70 meters outside! If Dad throws it, it can fly over 100 meters!"

Shen Mengyao remained silent for two seconds.

When she taught Tingting how to fold paper airplanes before, the airplanes Tingting folded flew crookedly, and the furthest they flew was only a dozen meters.

Now, when Tingting throws this paper airplane, it flies more than forty meters with remaining speed, and its posture is very stable without tumbling.

If it were Chen Hao who threw it, it might indeed fly much farther.

"Mom, I didn't lie to you, did I? Do you believe me now?" Shen Xiaoting's voice carried a hint of smugness.

Shen Mengyao's lips curled up slightly, this time with a wider curve than before: "I believe you. Tingting is really amazing."

"Dad taught me!" Shen Xiaoting immediately attributed the credit to Chen Hao, her little face full of pride.

"Daddy is the best! Mommy, don't you think Daddy is amazing?"

Shen Mengyao's gaze shifted from her daughter to Chen Hao behind her.

Chen Hao stood under the courtyard lamp, holding his phone in his hand, a faint smile on his face.

He was wearing a gray T-shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing the well-defined muscles in his arms.

This is from the physical labor I've been doing these past few days.

"Amazing," Shen Mengyao said softly.

Shen Xiaoting was satisfied and added:

"Mom, Dad has something even more amazing! Grandpa accidentally hurt his hand today, and he bled a lot!"

Dad took a few needles and pricked Grandpa's hand a few times, and Grandpa's hand stopped bleeding! It was amazing!

Shen Mengyao's expression changed.

Her eyebrows rose slightly, and her eyes widened a little—

This was the first time Chen Hao had seen her make such an expression in a video; it wasn't the polite, social kind of surprise, but a genuine, heartfelt one.

"Acupuncture?" she asked.

"Yes!" Shen Xiaoting nodded vigorously.

"Dad said it's called acupuncture! They use gold needles! The bleeding stopped after a few pricks, even faster than at the hospital!"

Shen Mengyao's gaze once again passed over her daughter and landed on Chen Hao.

She looked at him for two seconds, then asked, "You know acupuncture?"

Chen Hao turned his phone towards his face and smiled, "I've learned a little."

Shen Mengyao stared at him on the screen for two seconds without asking any further questions.

She knew there were many things about this person that she didn't know—

Four years ago, she didn't know who he was that night. Four years later, when she found him, he was living in a shared room in an urban village. She thought he was just an ordinary programmer.

But now, he can cook, do renovations, make furniture, fold paper airplanes that broke world records, and even perform acupuncture.

She suddenly realized that she might know far less about this man than she thought.

"Mom, when are you coming to see me?" Shen Xiaoting's voice pulled Shen Mengyao back to reality.

"After a while, Mom will come to see you once she's done with this busy period." Shen Mengyao's voice was a little softer than before.

"Then you'd better hurry up." Shen Xiaoting pouted. "I miss you so much."

Shen Mengyao's eyes reddened slightly, but she quickly recovered.

"Mommy misses you too. Okay, Tingting, it's time for bed. Let Daddy take you to take a bath."

"Okay. Goodnight, Mom!" Shen Xiaoting kissed the screen.

"Good night."

Shen Mengyao hung up.

Chen Hao put his phone away and looked down at his daughter—

A smile still lingered on her small face, but there was a thin layer of water in her eyes.

"Tingting, come on, Daddy will take you to take a bath."

"it is good."

Chen Hao took his daughter to the bathroom.

Now that we have a water heater, taking a shower is much more convenient.

He turned on the shower, adjusted the water temperature, helped his daughter take off her clothes, and carried her into the bathtub.

Shen Xiaoting didn't play in the water today. She obediently let her father wash her hair and body. She was probably tired, as she felt weak all over.

After taking a shower, Chen Hao wrapped his daughter in a towel and carried her to her room.

The pink bunny lamp was on, making the room feel warm and cozy.

He put his daughter in her crib, helped her put on her pajamas, and covered her with a blanket.

"Dad, go take a shower, I'll wait for you to tell me a story." Shen Xiaoting hugged the rabbit and looked up at him.

"Soon, five minutes." Chen Hao kissed his daughter's forehead and turned to go to the bathroom.

He quickly took a shower, changed into his pajamas, and went back to his daughter's room.

Shen Xiaoting was still awake, her eyes half-open and half-closed. When she heard her father come in, she opened her eyes wide.

Chen Hao sat down on the edge of the bed and took a fairy tale book from the bookshelf—but he didn't open it.

He put the book aside and said to his daughter:

"Tingting, today Daddy will tell you a story, not from a book, but one that Daddy made up himself, okay?"

Shen Xiaoting's eyes lit up: "Dad wrote it himself? Is it nice?"

You'll understand when you hear it.

Chen Hao cleared his throat and spoke.

His voice rang out in the quiet room—low, soft, and gentle, with a natural rhythm and warmth.

His divine voice and divine literary skills combined make every word he writes seem meticulously crafted, with perfect timbre, rhythm, and emotion.

Once upon a time, there was a little girl who lived in a small village.

Behind the village is a mountain covered with maple trees. In autumn, the entire mountain turns red, as if it were on fire.

The little girl's favorite thing to do was climb to the top of the mountain, look at the river in the distance, the rice paddies on the other side of the river, and the city at the end of the rice paddies...

Shen Xiaoting blinked rapidly, completely captivated by the story.

The story written by Chen Hao tells the tale of a little girl's adventurous journey—

She encountered an injured little bird and helped bandage its wings;

She encountered a lost little fish and returned it to the river;

She met a timid rabbit and led it through the dark forest.

[Ding! Original fairy tale story completed, God-level Literature Experience Points +156!]

The plot is simple, but Chen Hao's narration brings every scene to life.

He used different voices to imitate the conversations of birds, fish, and rabbits, and used different rhythms to express tense, warm, and joyful emotions.