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

"Mom!" Shen Xiaoting called out excitedly.

Shen Mengyao's lips curled up slightly—the curve was a little larger than before, although it was still very faint, but Chen Hao noticed it.

"Tingting, are you happy today?"

"I'm so happy!" Shen Xiaoting's voice was clear and loud. "Mom, Dad built a garden and a vegetable garden today! They're so big!"

"Garden? Vegetable garden?" Shen Mengyao frowned slightly.

"Mmm! Daddy took me to buy lots and lots of flower seedlings and vegetable seedlings!" Shen Xiaoting started counting on her fingers.

"There are roses, lavender, peonies, gardenias, jasmine, osmanthus, bougainvillea, hydrangeas, sunflowers, impatiens, and morning glories!"

And also tomatoes, peppers, eggplants, cucumbers, green beans, corn, lettuce, romaine lettuce, spinach, amaranth, water spinach, celery, scallions, garlic, and ginger!

She rattled off the names of more than twenty kinds of flowers and vegetables without stumbling or making a mistake.

After she finished speaking, she looked at her mother on the screen with pride, her little face full of joy.

Shen Mengyao's expression changed.

Her eyebrows rose slightly, her eyes widened a little, and her lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something but didn't.

She taught Tingting how to fold paper airplanes, how to recognize colors, numbers, and simple Chinese characters, but she never taught her these things—

Roses, lavender, peonies, tomatoes, peppers, eggplants, corn...

These words were too difficult for a three-year-old, and she thought Tingting wouldn't be able to remember them.

But Tingting not only remembered them, she also spoke them fluently, clearly pronouncing the names of every flower and every dish with standard pronunciation and without confusion.

"Tingting, how do you know the names of so many flowers and vegetables?" Shen Mengyao asked.

"My dad taught me!" Shen Xiaoting glanced at Chen Hao standing beside her, then turned back to the screen.

"Dad taught me as he planted the flowers. He said so many things, and I remembered them all!"

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

Chen Hao stood in the middle of the main room, wearing a gray T-shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and his hands still had traces of mud on them.

A faint smile graced his face, neither smug nor boastful, just a natural smile born of happiness for his daughter.

"Did Tingting even help her dad plant flowers?" Shen Mengyao asked.

"I helped! I handed Dad the flower seedlings and watered them! Dad said I was very good!"

Shen Mengyao remained silent for two seconds.

She looked at her daughter's rosy cheeks and bright eyes on the screen, at the genuine joy and confidence emanating from her.

This kind of joy and confidence was something she had rarely seen on her daughter's face before.

Tingting was very well-behaved from a young age, never crying or making a fuss, but also very quiet, not very talkative, and not very cheerful.

She thought that her daughter's personality was just like that, aloof and quiet, just like her.

But now, the Tingting on the screen talks non-stop, her eyes crinkling into crescents with laughter, and she adds "Dad taught me this," "Dad said this," and "Dad is so amazing" to every sentence she speaks.

Her eyes reddened slightly, but she quickly recovered.

"Tingting, your father... is very capable," she said softly.

Upon hearing this, Shen Xiaoting immediately responded excitedly:

"Mom, you think Dad is amazing too, right? I knew it! Dad can do everything! He can build houses, make furniture, cook, heal the sick, fold paper airplanes, and grow flowers and vegetables!"

Shen Mengyao looked at her daughter's expression that said, "My dad is the most amazing person in the world," and the corners of her mouth curved up even wider.

"Yes, your dad is amazing." She repeated.

Tingting chatted with her mother for a long time, recounting every detail of planting flowers that day—

How Dad trimmed the roots, dug the holes, watered the plants, and explained the meaning of roses, the effects of lavender, and the medicinal value of peonies.

Nutritional information about tomatoes, the climbing behavior of cucumbers, the toxicity of green beans, the silks of corn, and the growth cycle of leafy vegetables.

Her speech was disjointed and incoherent; she repeated some parts several times, and missed some points only to add them later.

But every word he uttered carried a pure, unadulterated excitement and pride.

Shen Mengyao listened the whole time, occasionally responding, but mostly watching her daughter quietly.

"Alright, Tingting, it's time to take a shower and go to bed," Chen Hao said from the side.

"Mom, I'm going to take a shower."

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

Goodnight, Tingting.

Shen Xiaoting handed the phone to Chen Hao.

Chen Hao took the phone, and Shen Mengyao's face appeared on the screen again.

"She...is very happy," Shen Mengyao said.

"Um."

"Thank you, Chen Hao."

Chen Hao wanted to say, "You're welcome, she's my daughter," but he opened his mouth and only managed to say two words: "It's my duty."

Shen Mengyao glanced at him and hung up.

Chen Hao put away his phone and took his daughter to the bathroom to take a shower.

Today, Tingting played in the garden and vegetable patch all afternoon, and her hands, face, and dress were covered in mud.

He first took off his daughter's dress and put it aside, then turned on the shower, adjusted the water temperature, and helped his daughter wash her hair and body.

Shen Xiaoting didn't play in the water today; she stood obediently while her father helped her wash.

"Tingting, are you tired today?"

"Not tired!" Shen Xiaoting shook her head, but yawned.

Chen Hao laughed and sped up his shower.

After washing her, he wrapped his daughter in a towel, carried her to her room, helped her put on her pajamas, and placed her on her crib.

"Dad's going to take a shower, he'll be back soon."

"Daddy, hurry up." Shen Xiaoting was holding the rabbit, her eyes already half-open and half-closed.

Chen Hao quickly took a shower in the bathroom, changed into his pajamas, and returned to his daughter's room.

Shen Xiaoting was still awake, but her eyes were almost closed. When she heard her father come in, she tried to open them wider, but then slowly closed them again.

Chen Hao sat down on the edge of the bed without taking the fairy tale book.

He began to tell stories, stories he made up himself—

A little girl planted a seed in the garden. The seed sprouted, grew leaves, and blossomed. After the flower bloomed, a flower fairy lived inside.

The flower fairy and the little girl became good friends, and the fairy took her to see the sea of ​​flowers, the butterfly valley, the rainbow bridge, and so on.

His voice was low, soft, and gentle; the combination of his divine voice and divine literary skills made every word seem enchanted.

Shen Xiaoting fell asleep halfway through the conversation, a faint smile on her lips, whether she was dreaming of a flower fairy or a sea of ​​flowers, it was hard to tell.

[Ding! Original fairy tale story completed, God-level Literature Experience Points +142!]

Chen Hao sat by the bed for a while, making sure his daughter was asleep, before gently standing up, turning off the rabbit lamp, closing the door, and returning to his own bedroom.