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

Chen Hao's hands didn't stop; the chisel struck the tenon one after another, the sound steady.

Without even looking up, he said, "Whether anyone buys it or not is none of Uncle's concern."

Chen Zhenhua was taken aback, and the smile on his face froze for a moment.

He snorted, stood to the side with his teacup in hand, neither leaving nor speaking, just watching Chen Hao work.

Viewers in the live stream saw Chen Zhenhua from a god-like perspective, and the chat section exploded—

"It's that third uncle again? What's he doing here again?"

"Last time they made sarcastic remarks about the streamer's house, and this time they're making sarcastic remarks about the streamer's Trojan horse."

"'Will anyone buy it? I doubt it'—that's a really sarcastic remark."

"He's just jealous of the streamer; he feels resentful seeing the streamer doing well."

"Ignore him, streamer. Treat him like he's not there."

"This kind of person is the most annoying. They can't stand seeing others do well when they're not doing well themselves."

Gifts started appearing on the screen, but they weren't for Chen Zhenhua; they were for Chen Hao, offering comfort and support.

[“Old Li, a woodworking enthusiast,” gave away 5 pairs of sunglasses!]

[“Xiao Liu, the stay-at-home dad,” sent three heart emojis!]

[“Mommy Loves Taking Care of Her Kids” gave away 10 hearts!]

[Received a donation: 10 hearts, gained 2 popularity points!]

[Received a donation: 5 pairs of sunglasses, and gained 99 popularity points!]

[Received a tip: 3 hearts, gained 119 popularity points!]

Chen Hao ignored Chen Zhenhua and continued making the fifth Trojan horse.

He chiseled the tenons for the horse's legs, inserted them into the mortises in the horse's body, and gently tapped them in place with a hammer.

Then, the horse head, saddle, and wheels were attached, and the surface was sanded. Finally, wood wax oil was applied.

The fifth Trojan horse is also finished.

He placed the five wooden horses side by side on the cement ground in the yard, making them stand in a neat row.

Five brown rocking horses, gleaming warmly in the sunlight, each one exquisitely crafted like a work of art.

Shen Xiaoting stood next to the rocking horse and counted, "One, two, three, four, five! Daddy, all five are done!"

"Yes, all five are done."

Chen Hao took out his phone and called the deliveryman: "Sir, you can come over now, the five rocking horses are ready."

Less than ten minutes after I finished the call, a bread truck pulled up in front of the old house.

The deliveryman, wearing blue overalls, jumped out of the car, opened the trunk, and took out several cardboard boxes and a roll of bubble wrap.

"Boss Chen, five still?"

"Yes, five."

Chen Hao started packing.

He first wrapped the rocking horse with bubble wrap, covering every protruding part, and then secured it with tape.

After wrapping, put it in a cardboard box, and stuff the sides with bubble wrap and waste newspaper to prevent it from shaking during transportation.

Finally, seal the cardboard box with tape and attach the shipping label.

Shen Xiaoting helped by handing over bubble wrap and tape. Her little hands weren't long enough, so she stood on tiptoe to stuff them into the box.

Chen Hao took the bubble wrap she handed him and patted her head: "Tingting is really capable."

[Ding! Trojan horse packaging complete. God-level woodworking experience points +112!]

Five cardboard boxes were neatly stacked at the entrance of the yard.

The deliveryman loaded them onto the truck one by one, closed the door, confirmed the quantity with Chen Hao, and then drove off.

Chen Zhenhua stood to the side, holding a teacup, watching the whole thing.

His expression changed when he saw the deliveryman load the five cardboard boxes onto the truck—

It wasn't mockery, but a complex, incredulous expression.

He thought no one would buy the Trojans Chen Hao made, but the deliveryman came to collect the packages and sent all five Trojans away, which meant that someone had indeed bought them, and five of them at that.

His expression was rather unpleasant.

Chen Hao didn't look at him, turned around and walked to the worktable to start tidying up his tools.

Shen Xiaoting ran over, looked up, and asked, "Dad, are all the rocking horses sold out today?"

"They're all sold out."

"Should we still do it tomorrow?"

"Do it, we have five more orders tomorrow."

Viewers in the live stream cheered as the deliveryman took away all five Trojan horses.

"All five have been sent! Uncle San's face turned green!"

"Hahahaha, the slap in the face came so quickly!"

"The livestreamer proved with his actions that good products will sell well."

"Tingting was a great help; the little carpenter deserves a lot of credit today."

"Hurry up and upload today's five Trojans! I want to grab them!"

Chen Hao sent a message using his mind: "The five Trojan horses for today have been sent."

Five are available now for tomorrow, still limited to five.

"Here it comes!"

"Rob!"

"I got it! The third one!"

"I got one too! The fifth one!"

"Gone again? I only glanced at my phone and it was gone?"

"Host, could you make a few more each day? Five aren't enough to keep up with the demand!"

Chen Hao replied telepathically: "It's all handmade. Five a day is my limit. Quality first, quantity second. Thank you for your understanding."

Chen Zhenhua stood to the side, holding a mobile phone in his hand, the screen of which displayed Chen Hao's Douyin store page.

He had been following Chen Hao's account, and had just witnessed Chen Hao upload five Trojan horses. He sneered inwardly.

Who would spend 399 to buy this?

They definitely won't sell.

He refreshed the page.

Product status: Sold out.

He refreshed the page again.

It's still sold out.

He refreshed the page five or six times, and each time it was already sold out.

The five Trojan horses were all snapped up in less than a minute after being put on the shelves.

Chen Zhenhua's face went from ugly to ashen.

He stuffed his phone back into his pocket, picked up his teacup, and turned to leave.

After taking a few steps, she stopped and looked back at Chen Hao and Tingting.

Chen Hao was tidying up his tools, and Tingting was squatting beside him, helping him pick up the screws on the ground.

The sunlight shone on the father and daughter, casting long shadows.

He took a big gulp of tea, which had long since gone cold, and the bitterness made him frown.

He turned around and walked away without looking back.

Chen Hao tidied up his tools, wiped the workbench clean, then squatted down and said to his daughter:

"Tingting, you've finished making the rocking horse for today. Let's go to Grandma's for lunch."

"Okay!" Shen Xiaoting stood up from the ground, patted the sawdust off her pants, and held out her hand to her father.

Chen Hao turned off the live stream, took his daughter's hand, walked out of the yard, and headed towards the convenience store along the village road.

The sun was shining brightly, warming the two of them.

Shen Xiaoting skipped and hopped as she walked, humming an unknown children's song, her little braids swinging back and forth.

"Dad, are we making the rocking horse again tomorrow?"

"Do it, make five more tomorrow."

"Then I'll help you again tomorrow!"

"Okay, Tingting will help Daddy again tomorrow."

Shen Xiaoting smiled, squeezed her father's hand tightly, and skipped forward.

Chen Hao watched his daughter's retreating figure, a slight smile playing on his lips.