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

That night, after Shen Xiaoting fell asleep, Chen Hao quietly turned off the rabbit lamp in her room, closed the door, and returned to his own bedroom.

He lay down on the bed, picked up his phone, and opened the backend of the live streaming platform.

Today's numbers really caught his eye.

Live stream duration: 9 hours and 15 minutes.

Total viewership: 22.

New followers: 43194; Total followers: 329839.

Gift income—he carefully examined a long list of gifts.

Carnival, TikTok No. 1, helicopter, Porsche, hot air balloon, love launch, fireworks, heart gesture, bunny ears, sunglasses, lollipop, heart...

The icons for various gift effects were densely packed across several pages.

He scrolled to the bottom and saw the total amount: after deducting the platform's 50% commission, 3217 yuan was credited to his account today.

Three thousand two hundred and seventeen yuan.

Chen Hao stared at the number for several seconds.

Yesterday it was 3115 yuan, today it's 3217 yuan, it's getting higher every day.

At this rate, earning over 30,000 yuan in live streaming revenue this month shouldn't be a problem.

A surge of warmth welled up inside him, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up.

He glanced at the system panel again.

Total popularity points: 332200.

Remaining available popularity points: 312200.

Today, the popularity score increased by 44112 points.

Chen Hao put down his phone, put his hands behind his head, and stared at the ceiling.

He suddenly remembered something—Tingting had always wanted a swing.

When they were in Beijing, Shen Mengyao took her to the park, and her favorite thing to play on was the swing.

On her first day back in her hometown, she asked her father if they had swings there, and he said he could make one for her.

Later, I was busy renovating the old house and building a garden and vegetable patch, but I never got around to it.

We'll make a swing tomorrow.

He turned off his phone, turned off the lights, and closed his eyes.

Moonlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting a silvery-white band on the floor.

He turned over and quickly fell asleep.

Chen Hao woke up at six o'clock the next morning.

He went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and took out eggs, milk, toast, ham, and cheese.

He first cut the toast into thick slices, then hollowed out a square hole in the middle of each slice, cracked an egg into it, sprinkled it with a little salt and black pepper, and slowly fried it in a frying pan over low heat.

The butter melted in the pan, releasing a rich milky aroma. The bread was fried until golden brown and crispy, while the egg whites were set and the yolks were still runny.

He also made a fruit salad—diced apples, sliced ​​bananas, washed blueberries, drizzled with yogurt, and mixed well.

Finally, I heated up the milk, making a large cup for myself and a small cup for Tingting, adding a little honey to the small cup.

When breakfast was served, the main room was filled with the aroma of toasted bread, the milky scent of butter, and the sweet and sour smell of yogurt.

Chen Hao glanced at his watch; it was 6:40.

He went into Tingting's room.

The pink bunny lamp was off, the curtains were drawn, and the room was dimly lit.

Shen Xiaoting lay on her side on the small bed, holding a plush rabbit in her arms. She had kicked the blanket to her feet, leaving her two little feet sticking out with her toes slightly curled.

Chen Hao sat down on the edge of the bed and gently patted his daughter's shoulder: "Tingting, get up."

Shen Xiaoting stirred, buried her face in the pillow, and mumbled indistinctly, "No... I want to sleep a little longer..."

"Dad made a delicious breakfast."

Sunny-side-up egg toast, fruit salad, honey milk.

Shen Xiaoting didn't react, and hugged the rabbit even tighter.

Chen Hao smiled, leaned down and whispered in his daughter's ear, "Tingting, after you finish breakfast, Daddy will make you a swing."

Shen Xiaoting's eyes snapped open.

She sat bolt upright in bed, her hair a messy frizz on her head, her eyes wide as she looked at her father: "Swing? Daddy wants to go on a swing?"

"Yes, a swing. The one Tingting has always wanted."

"Shall we do it now?"

"Make it after you finish breakfast."

Shen Xiaoting threw off the covers, jumped out of bed, and barefoot on the floor, grabbed her father's hand and ran outside:

"Then hurry up and eat breakfast! Eat quickly, eat quickly!"

Chen Hao smiled and picked up his daughter: "Get dressed first, then brush your teeth and wash your face, then have breakfast."

He helped his daughter put on a pink T-shirt and white shorts, and tied her hair in two pigtails with pink hair ties.

Shen Xiaoting went to the bathroom by herself, stood on a small stool, squeezed out toothpaste, and brushed her teeth in front of the mirror until her mouth was full of white foam.

After washing her face, she ran to the dining table, climbed onto her little stool, picked up her bunny chopsticks, and stuffed a piece of sunny-side-up egg toast into her mouth.

"Daddy, what kind of swing do you want to make?"

"Make a sturdy wooden one, and hang it with a rope. Tingting sits on it, and Daddy pushes her from behind."

"Can it swing very high?"

"Yes, but not too high, it's dangerous if it's too high."

"Then Daddy's going to push me!"

"Okay, Dad will push you."

Shen Xiaoting smiled happily and quickened her pace of eating.

She ate most of a bowl of fruit salad, drank all the honey milk, and even finished the sunny-side-up egg toast.

After finishing her meal, she slid off the stool and grabbed her father's hand, saying, "Daddy, I'm done eating! Let's go make the swing!"

Chen Hao smiled, put the dishes and chopsticks in the kitchen, washed his hands, and then turned on the live stream.

As soon as the live stream started, viewers flooded in.

After these days of live streaming, he has nearly 330,000 fans, and the number of viewers exceeded 7,000 in less than a minute after he started streaming.

"It's open! Good morning, host!"

"So early today? They started broadcasting before seven o'clock."

"Tingting looks so energetic today, her eyes are so bright."

"What project is the streamer working on today? Looks like he's up to something."

Chen Hao sent a message telepathically: "Good morning. I'll make a swing for Tingting today."

"Swing! Tingting must be so happy!"

"The streamer can even make swings? That's amazing!"

"Looking forward to it! Let's see what the streamer's swing looks like."

Chen Hao took his daughter's hand and walked out of the yard. They walked around the house and chose a spot.

Swings should not be placed too close to the house, nor in the middle of the garden or vegetable patch, as they will block the way.

Finally, he chose an open space on the east side of the yard, next to the garden, where the ground was flat, the space was open, and there were no obstacles around.

The sun shines from the southeast, and there is shade from the trees in the morning and afternoon, so it's not too sunny.

"This is it." Chen Hao stomped his foot on the ground; the soil was firm and didn't need to be hardened.

He took the materials out of the tool shed—

Two long wooden beams, each measuring 10×10×250 cm, made of pine, were used as the uprights for the swing.

A single crossbeam, made of 10×10×200 cm pine trees...