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

Shen Xiaoting leaned on the edge of the table, staring at the painting with her mouth agape and her eyes wide open.

She didn't understand the intricacies of landscape painting, but she could tell this painting was beautiful.

The mountains are beautiful, the water is beautiful, the trees are beautiful, the houses are beautiful. The whole painting looks like a real place, a beautiful, quiet place that makes you want to live there.

"Daddy, it's so beautiful!" Her voice was filled with pure amazement. "This house is so small and cute! Daddy, where is this?"

"My father drew a place called Peach Blossom Thatched Cottage."

"Can we go to this place?"

"This is a drawing by my dad, it's not a real place."

But Tingting wants to see more, so Daddy can draw a few more.

"Okay! Dad will draw a few more!"

Chen Zhenhua stood to the side, holding a teacup to his lips, but forgot to drink.

He stared at the painting, his eyes widening to twice their usual size, his mouth slightly agape, his expression shifting from mockery to shock, and then from shock to a complex, indescribable look.

He had seen landscape paintings.

His son hung a printed landscape painting in the factory office in town, saying he bought it for three hundred yuan.

He also visited the home of a boss in the county town, where a landscape painting, supposedly painted by a local artist, hung on the wall. The boss said it cost two thousand yuan.

He thought the paintings were alright, they just looked nice hanging there.

But Chen Hao's painting is better than any of the paintings he has ever seen.

The mountains are more real, the water is more vibrant, the clouds and mist seem to be moving, and the bamboo forest seems to be able to hear the wind.

He was unwilling to admit it, but he knew in his heart that this painting was better than any landscape painting he had ever seen.

He took a sip of tea, which had gone cold, and the bitter taste dissipated in his mouth.

He swallowed, then spoke, his voice lower than usual:

"The drawing... is just so-so. It's not good. The mountains are too dark, there's not enough water, and the houses are too small; you can't even see them clearly—"

Shen Xiaoting straightened up from the edge of the table and turned to look at Chen Zhenhua.

Her two little hands were clenched into fists, her face was tense, her brows were furrowed, and her eyes were staring at Chen Zhenhua.

"Shut up!" Her voice wasn't loud, but it was clear and crisp, like a pebble dropped into a pond in the quiet courtyard.

"Don't disturb my dad's painting! If you don't like it, get out!"

Chen Zhenhua was stunned.

He's lived for over fifty years, and this is the first time he's ever been confronted so directly by a three-year-old child.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but when he saw Shen Xiaoting's wide, angry eyes, he swallowed the words back down his throat.

Shen Xiaoting turned back, leaned on the edge of the table, and continued to look at her father's paintings.

Her face was still tense, and her breathing was still a little unsteady, but she didn't look back at Chen Zhenhua again.

Chen Hao glanced at his daughter, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart.

He didn't say anything, but simply reached out and touched his daughter's head.

Viewers in the live stream witnessed the entire confrontation between Tingting and Chen Zhenhua from a god-like perspective, and the chat section exploded with excitement.

"Tingting did a great job! She shut this third uncle up!"

"Third Uncle is so shameless, he drew it so well and still said it wasn't good."

"Tingting is so cute; she directly confronted people to defend her dad."

"Even a three-year-old knows what's good, but Uncle San is over fifty and still lies through his teeth."

"Tingting's protectiveness towards her dad is so heartwarming."

Gifts started floating on the screen—

[“Xiao Liu, a stay-at-home dad,” has donated 10 hearts!]

[“Tingting’s sister-in-law” gave away 5 lollipops!]

[“Mommy Loves Taking Care of Her Kids” sent 3 heart emojis!]

[Received a donation: 10 hearts, gained 20 popularity points!]

[Received a donation: 5 lollipops, gained 90 popularity points!]

[Received a tip: 3 hearts, gained 1194 popularity points!]

At this moment, a viewer in the live stream with the ID "Ancient Painting Collector" sent a comment—

"Host, are you selling this painting? I'll offer 1000."

As soon as this comment was posted, a string of comments immediately followed—

"You think you can buy it for 1000? I'll offer 3000!"

"5000! I'll take it!"

"8000! Don't even think about taking it from me!"

"10000! Sell it to me, streamer!"

Chen Hao was stunned for a moment.

He never expected anyone would want to buy the painting he had casually drawn.

He glanced at the painting "Peach Blossom Spring Thatched Cottage" on the worktable—

A three-foot-long sheet of Xuan paper, from preparation to brushstrokes, coloring, and inscription, took less than two hours in total.

He was only thinking of painting it for Tingting, not of selling it.

He sent a message in his mind: "Everyone, please wait a moment while I see how to do it."

Chen Zhenhua stood to the side with a teacup in his hand, and his eyes nearly popped out when he saw the bidding comments in the live stream.

1000、3000、5000、8000、10000——

Are these people crazy?

Is a piece of paper with a few strokes worth ten thousand yuan?

He suddenly thought of a question—

There was no phone or camera in Chen Hao's live stream room; all he had in front of him was a piece of paper and a few pens.

How did he do the live stream?

He went around behind Chen Hao and looked at his pants pockets—they were bulging, but it didn't look like there were any cameras sticking out.

He looked under the worktable again—there was nothing there.

He was filled with doubt, but he didn't ask, because he was more concerned about the price of the painting.

Ten thousand yuan.

His son runs a processing plant in town, earning just over 20,000 yuan a month.

Chen Hao spent over an hour painting a picture, and it's only worth 10,000 yuan?

He didn't believe it.

He felt that it was definitely the people in the live stream who were stirring things up, and that when it came time to actually pay, none of them would do it.

Chen Hao took out his phone and logged into the Douyin backend.

He found "Product Management" in the Creator Service Center, and after clicking on it, he saw an "Auction" function.

This feature is for merchants and creators, allowing them to list an item for users to bid on, with the highest bidder winning.

He clicked "Start Auction," and the system prompted him to pay a deposit of 1000 yuan, which would be refunded after the auction.

He paid the deposit, and the auction function was activated.

He filled in the information in "Add Bidding Items"—

Product Name: Chen Hao's Hand-painted Traditional Chinese Painting "Peach Blossom Spring Thatched Cottage"

Specifications: A full sheet of three-foot paper (approximately 50cm x 100cm).

Materials: Raw Xuan paper, traditional Chinese painting pigments

Starting price: 1000 yuan, minimum increment: 100 yuan, auction duration: 15 minutes.

After filling it out, he submitted it for review.

The system approved it instantly—his account had a good reputation and there had been no disputes regarding his previous sale of Trojans, so the review was quick.

He sent a message using his mind—

"The auction items are now available. You can find them in my Douyin shop."

The starting bid is 1000, with a minimum increment of 100. The highest bidder wins after 15 minutes.