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

After finishing the drawing, Shen Xiaoting colored it herself.

She picked up a watercolor pen, uncapped it, and painted her hair with golden yellow paint, covering it everywhere. The boundary between her hair and face was indistinguishable, and her face was also stained with a layer of yellow.

Blue paint was applied to the eyes, one inside the eye socket and the other outside, like a blue birthmark.

I painted the skirt pink, applying it thickly, layer after layer, until the paper was soaked and almost torn.

The flowers on the skirt were painted in red, yellow, and purple, creating a bunch of colorful dots that were indistinguishable from one another.

"It's finished!" Shen Xiaoting held up the drawing paper high, looking at it under the fluorescent light.

She looked at the princess she had drawn, then at the princess her father had drawn, frowned, and wrinkled her little nose. "Daddy, my princess is so ugly."

Chen Hao took the drawing paper, looked at it carefully for several seconds, and then smiled.

He squatted down and looked his daughter in the eye: "She's not ugly."

Tingting, look, although this head is oval-shaped, it looks like a princess's face. A princess's face isn't perfectly round; an oval shape is more beautiful.

Although her hair was messy, it was very dynamic, as if it had been blown by the wind. The princess stood in the wind, her hair fluttering, how beautiful!

Although one eye is bigger than the other, they are very distinctive. Everyone in the world has eyes of different sizes, and Tingting's drawing is of a real princess.

Shen Xiaoting was so embarrassed by the praise that she lowered her head, her lips curled up, and she twisted her hands together.

[Ding! Children's drawing lesson completed, God-level drawing experience points +132!]

Chen Hao's phone suddenly rang.

He took it out and looked at it—Shen Mengyao, video call.

He was taken aback. Why was she calling again today? She had just called a couple of days ago.

He answered the call, and Shen Mengyao's face appeared on the screen.

She was wearing a white shirt today, with one button undone at the collar, and her hair was tied in a low ponytail. She looked more energetic than a few days ago, and her face showed less fatigue.

"Shen Mengyao," Chen Hao called her name.

"Chen Hao." Shen Mengyao paused, as if hesitating about something, then said, "Where's Tingting?"

"Draw over there." Chen Hao handed his phone to his daughter, Tingting. "It's your mother calling."

Shen Xiaoting took the phone, saw her mother's face, and a smile immediately bloomed on her little face, her eyes narrowing into slits as she smiled: "Mom!"

Shen Mengyao's lips curled up slightly, a small smile, but it was definitely a smile: "Tingting, did you have a good day?"

"I'm so happy!" Shen Xiaoting's voice was clear and loud, each word punctuated by an exclamation mark.

"Mom, this morning Dad and I made five rocking horses! I helped Dad pass the wood, sanded it, and applied the oil! Dad said I'm a little carpenter!"

"Really? Tingting is so capable."

"Mom, Dad taught me to draw this afternoon!" Shen Xiaoting held her phone up high, pointing it at the drawings she had made on the table, holding it far enough so her mother could see them clearly.

"Mommy, look! This is what I drew! Big Bear and Little Bear, Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf, Peppa Pig, and a princess!"

Shen Mengyao saw the drawings on the screen—crooked and messy, with a bear's nose on its forehead, Peppa Pig's body looking like a sausage, and a princess with yellow hair on her face.

But you can tell what each one is. Although the princess is drawn ugly, you can tell that she is a girl. She has long hair, a dress, and a crown.

She paused for a moment, then asked, "Did you draw this?"

"Yes! My dad taught me!" Shen Xiaoting turned her phone back to face her, so close that only a large eye and half a nose were visible on the screen.

"Mom, Dad is an amazing artist! His drawings of Xiong Da and Xiong Er look exactly like the ones on TV!"

Shen Mengyao's eyebrows were slightly raised.

She had taught Tingting to draw before, but Tingting's drawings were just a bunch of messy lines, and you couldn't make out anything. When asked what she was drawing, she said it was her mother, but it looked like a ball of yarn.

Although these drawings are still immature and rough, their shapes are already discernible.

It has a head, a body, limbs, eyes, a nose, and a mouth. The color is applied to the general areas, not extending too far outside the paper.

For a three-year-old child, this is already a great improvement.

"The Xiong Da and Xiong Er your dad drew are exactly the same as the ones on TV?" Shen Mengyao asked.

"Exactly the same!" Shen Xiaoting nodded vigorously, her hair whipping around in the air.

"Dad's drawings of Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf are exactly the same as the ones on TV! Peppa Pig is exactly the same too! Dad can draw anything!"

Shen Mengyao was silent for a second.

She suddenly realized that she knew too little about Chen Hao.

Four years ago, on that night, all she knew about him was that he was an ordinary young man; she hadn't even asked his name.

Four years later, she found him. He lived in a partitioned room in an urban village and worked as a programmer.

She thought he was just an ordinary office worker with no special skills.

But over the past ten days or so, she has seen more and more in him—

She can cook, and cooks very well; she can also do renovations, and she can clean old houses spotless.

They can make furniture, and the rocking horses they make are quite realistic; they can fold paper airplanes, and the paper airplanes they fold can hover in the air.

She knows acupuncture and cured Chen Hao's father's arm; she knows how to grow flowers and vegetables, and the things she grows in the yard grow better than anyone else's.

Now I can draw again, and it's not just random drawing; it's the kind of drawing that can be sold.

"Tingting, what else did your dad draw?" she asked.

"Dad also painted a landscape!" Shen Xiaoting's voice became even more excited, rising a notch.

"Mommy, landscape paintings are the kind that depict mountains and water! Daddy's mountains are so tall, there are so many trees, and there are houses, streams, bridges, and clouds! They look so real!"

Shen Mengyao was stunned for a moment.

Cartoons and landscape paintings are two completely different styles of art. Cartoons emphasize form and color, while landscape paintings emphasize brushwork and artistic conception.

It's already quite impressive for someone to be able to draw cartoons well, but to also be able to draw landscapes well goes beyond simply "being able to draw"; it means having genuine artistic skills.

This requires a long period of practice and accumulation; it cannot be learned casually.

"Tingting, did you brag for Daddy?" Shen Mengyao's tone was tinged with amusement, but more so with curiosity.

"No! I wasn't bragging!" Shen Xiaoting exclaimed anxiously, her face flushing red and her lips pouting.

"Dad's landscape paintings are absolutely gorgeous! So many uncles and aunties wanted to buy them! In the end, someone spent over 60,000 yuan to buy them!"

Shen Mengyao's expression changed.

Sixty thousand yuan is nothing to her; she could easily spend more than that on a single handbag.

But Chen Hao wasn't a well-known painter; he had no fame, no qualifications, no mentor, and no connections. This young man in his twenties painted a picture and sold it for over 60,000 yuan.

This in itself is quite surprising.

This shows that his paintings are indeed exceptional and have gained market recognition; they are not just for his own amusement.