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

"Tingting, are you serious?" Shen Mengyao's voice became more serious, and the smile in her tone disappeared.

"Really! Mom, if you don't believe me, ask Dad!" Shen Xiaoting turned the phone towards Chen Hao. "Dad, you tell Mom!"

Chen Hao was standing to the side, washing a paintbrush under the tap, the blue paint flowing into the drain.

Seeing his daughter turn the phone towards him, he turned off the tap, wiped the pen on a rag, and took the phone.

Shen Mengyao's face reappeared on the screen, her expression much more serious than before, her brows slightly furrowed and her lips pursed.

"Chen Hao, is what Tingting said true? Your landscape painting sold for over 60,000 yuan?"

Chen Hao nodded:

"It's true. I painted a landscape painting during my live stream today, and some people in the live stream wanted to buy it, so I started an auction, and it was finally sold for 65,800 yuan."

Shen Mengyao stared at him on the screen for two seconds.

His expression was calm, his eyes didn't dart away, and he didn't seem to be lying or showing off; it was just a natural, factual statement in his tone.

He was wearing ordinary home clothes, his hair was a little messy, and the background was the wall of an old house with some peeling paint, revealing the cement underneath.

"When did you learn to draw?" she asked.

"I loved drawing when I was a child, but I stopped for a while. Recently, I've picked it up again," Chen Hao said.

He put it simply, without explaining much.

I can't talk about the system; she wouldn't believe me anyway.

Just say you like drawing; that's enough reason.

Shen Mengyao was silent for a while, about three or four seconds, and then said, "You're really amazing."

Her voice was soft and her tone was sincere, without any formality, perfunctoriness, or exaggerated "Oh, you're so great."

It was just a simple sentence, but the way she said it carried a different weight.

Chen Hao was stunned for a moment.

This was the second time he had heard Shen Mengyao praise him.

The first time was in the hospital, when she said "Amazing," just two words.

This time she said, "You're really amazing," adding two more words and her tone was different.

Last time it was surprise, this time it's serious and heartfelt.

"Thank you," Chen Hao said. "It was just some random drawing, and it just so happens that someone likes it."

Shen Mengyao did not ask any further questions.

She glanced at the time, probably looking at the time in the upper right corner of her phone, and then said, "Give the phone to Tingting."

Chen Hao handed the phone back to his daughter.

Shen Xiaoting took the phone and chatted with her mother for a while longer.

She recounted the details of making the rocking horse today—

She helps her dad pass him wood. If her dad says he needs wood number three, she takes wood number three and never makes a mistake.

When sanding wood, sandpaper should be used along the grain of the wood, not across it.

How to apply wood wax oil: apply it thinly, otherwise it won't look good.

She also talked about painting in the afternoon—

How did her father teach her to draw Xiong Da and Xiong Er? He taught her to draw the head first, then the ears, then the eyes, then the nose, step by step, in a very orderly manner.

How did she manage to draw Peppa Pig herself? Peppa's head looks just like a hairdryer; she drew it incredibly well.

She spoke incoherently, repeating some parts several times, telling the same story three times, each time with different details.

But every word he spoke carried a pure, heartfelt joy that couldn't be faked.

Shen Mengyao listened without interrupting her, occasionally responding with "Really?", "Tingting is great!", "Your dad is so nice."

Her expression was gentle, with a slight smile playing on her lips, and her eyes shone with light.

"Okay, Tingting, it's time for bed," Shen Mengyao said. "Give the phone to Daddy, Mommy will talk to him for a bit."

"good.

"Goodnight, Mom!" Shen Xiaoting kissed the screen, leaving a wet lip print, then handed the phone to Chen Hao. "Dad, Mom wants to say a few words to you."

Chen Hao took the phone, a slight thought crossing his mind.

Shen Mengyao took the initiative to talk to him, and she didn't hang up immediately after speaking; this was the second time.

In the past, when she called, she would say a few words and then hang up, as if she were completing a task.

Things are different now; she talks more, and her tone is different too.

"What is it?" he asked.

Shen Mengyao looked at him, paused for a second, and then said, "Tingting has changed a lot recently."

She's more lively and confident than before.

You taught very well.

Thank you."

Chen Hao opened his mouth, wanting to say, "You're welcome, she's my daughter," but the words felt too awkward.

He thought for a moment and said, "Tingting is very well-behaved; she learns everything quickly."

You don't need to thank me. Her happiness is my happiness.

Shen Mengyao glanced at him, nodded, and then hung up.

Chen Hao stared at the words "Call ended" on the screen for two seconds, then put his phone away.

"Tingting, it's time to take a shower and go to bed."

"Okay." Shen Xiaoting tidied up the drawing paper on the table, folding it neatly one by one, and placed it on the desk. Then she weighed it down with a little rabbit cup to prevent it from being blown away by the wind.

She looked at her painting again, tilted her head and stared at it for a few seconds, then smiled, as if she had thought of something happy.

Chen Hao took his daughter to the bathroom and helped her take a bath.

Shen Xiaoting didn't play in the water today; she stood obediently while her father washed her hair and body.

Hot water was pouring over her body. She closed her eyes and hummed some song that was completely off-key.

After taking a bath, Chen Hao wrapped his daughter in a towel, carried her to her room, helped her put on her pajamas, and placed her on her crib.

The sheets were newly changed, printed with little stars, and the pillow was made of buckwheat hulls, making a rustling sound when you lay on it.

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

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

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, holding the rabbit, her eyes half-open. When she heard her father come in, her eyes opened wider.

Chen Hao sat down on the edge of the bed and began to tell a story.

Today's story is about a little girl who can draw.

The little girl drew a flower. The flower bloomed, dewdrops appeared on the petals, and a bee flew by.

The little girl drew a bird, and the bird flew up into the sky and through the clouds.

The little girl drew a mountain covered with trees, and the trees bore fruit. When the fruit ripened, it fell down.

The little girl drew a river with fish swimming in it. The fish jumped out of the water, and their scales shimmered in the sunlight.

The little girl became happier and happier as she drew. She drew the sun, and the sun smiled; she drew the moon, and the moon slept; she drew the whole world, and the whole world came to life.

His voice was low and soft, a divine voice that made every word hypnotic.

Shen Xiaoting fell asleep halfway through the conversation, a faint smile on her lips, as if she were dreaming of the little girl who could draw.

She was still holding the rabbit's ears tightly in her hand.

[Ding! Original fairy tale story completed, God-level Literature Experience Points +138!]