He unexpectedly becomes a father at the start of his life, and the mother of his child is a national

Every press lands precisely where it's needed, achieving a perfect balance between the soreness and the comfort.

Lin Caiwei could feel her injured area recovering rapidly. The warm, vibrant feeling made her sigh softly.

"It feels so good..." she said unconsciously.

Chen Hao smiled slightly and continued with his work.

The master's medical skills were indeed extraordinary; he could now even stimulate the body's self-healing abilities through massage, accelerating the recovery process.

About ten minutes later, Chen Hao finally stopped.

"Alright," he said, "try moving your foot and see if it still hurts."

Lin Caiwei followed her instructions and carefully rotated her ankle.

Her expression gradually changed from tension to surprise, and finally to disbelief.

"Really...it doesn't hurt anymore!" She increased the range of motion, her ankle flexibly rotating left and right.

"It's only a little sore, but it doesn't hurt at all!"

Chen Hao stood up and stretched his slightly sore fingers: "Get out of bed and walk around a bit, take it slow."

Lin Caiwei nodded and carefully put her feet down from the stool onto the floor.

She tentatively applied a little weight, then more, until her entire foot was firmly planted.

"It really can stand!" she exclaimed in surprise.

Chen Hao stretched out his arm for her to hold, and Lin Caiwei grabbed his forearm and slowly stood up from the bed.

She first lightly touched the ground with her injured foot, then half of her foot, and finally her whole foot.

"Try taking a few steps," Chen Hao encouraged.

Lin Caiwei helped him take his first step.

My steps were steady, without the pain or discomfort I had imagined.

She took a second and a third step, her smile growing brighter and brighter.

"I let go?" Chen Hao asked.

"Yes!" Lin Caiwei nodded vigorously.

Chen Hao slowly withdrew his arm, while Lin Caiwei stood steadily on the carpet.

She took a few tentative steps, then quickened her pace, eventually even jogging a couple of steps and turning around in the bedroom.

"It's really healed! Completely healed!" She turned to look at Chen Hao, her eyes shining. "Chen Hao, you're amazing! How is this possible?"

Chen Hao smiled and said, "It's just some massage techniques. Actually, your injury wasn't serious to begin with."

"No, that's not true!" Lin Caiwei retorted.

"I was in so much pain just now that I couldn't even stand up, but now..." she said, jumping up and down excitedly twice before landing steadily.

"See! There's absolutely no problem!"

As she jumped up, the hem of her bathrobe fluttered, and her face wore a radiant smile that Chen Hao had never seen before.

The usual aloof, distant, and somewhat tired and guarded superstar was gone. At this moment, Lin Caiwei was like a little girl who had received her favorite toy, pure, happy, and unreserved.

Chen Hao was stunned.

He had seen Lin Caiwei on stage—radiant and captivating.

I've seen Lin Caiwei in the video—gentle, loving, and missing her daughter.

I met Lin Caiwei when we first met—calm and rational, with a sense of detachment and scrutiny.

But this was the first time he had ever seen Lin Caiwei, so lively, vivid, and genuine without any pretense.

While he was lost in thought, an accident occurred.

Lin Caiwei jumped up and down happily again, this time even higher.

Upon landing, perhaps due to the large range of motion, or perhaps because the bathrobe strap was not tied tightly to begin with—the thin strap suddenly came undone.

The front of the bathrobe flared out to the sides.

Chen Hao's mind went blank.

Snow-white skin suddenly came into view.

Delicate collarbones, rounded shoulders, and those beautifully shaped... Chen Hao's gaze seemed to freeze, and he stood there motionless.

Time seemed to stand still for two seconds.

Then Lin Caiwei screamed, "Ah—!"

She suddenly grabbed the front of her undone bathrobe and clutched it tightly to her chest, her entire face instantly turning bright red, all the way to her ears.

"Turn around! Turn around quickly!" Her voice was urgent and embarrassed, almost on the verge of tears.

Chen Hao then realized what was happening and turned around abruptly as if he had been burned, his back to her.

His heart was pounding, his mind was blank, and only the scene from that moment was replaying over and over again.

There was a rustling sound behind her; it was Lin Caiwei frantically retying the belt of her bathrobe.

She could hear her fingers trembling and feel her cheeks burning hot.

"Okay, okay..." After a long while, Lin Caiwei said softly, her voice full of embarrassment.

Chen Hao still didn't dare to turn around. He cleared his throat; his voice was a little dry.

"Well... now that your foot is better, I'll head out first. You should get some rest."

After saying that, he practically fled the bedroom, forgetting to even close the door, and headed straight for the living room.

Even after sitting down on the sofa in the living room, Chen Hao's heartbeat had not returned to normal.

He leaned back on the sofa, closed his eyes, but the scene from just now kept flashing through his mind—

That fleeting glimpse of snow-white skin, Lin Caiwei's blushing face, and her flustered eyes.

"Damn it..." he muttered to himself, rubbing his face hard.

Calm down, Chen Hao, calm down.

He took a few deep breaths, trying to shift his attention to something else.

Just then, he glanced at the clock on the wall—2:40 a.m.

Wait, at this time...

Chen Hao sat up abruptly and grabbed his phone.

The screen lit up, and the time displayed confirmed his memory: there were still twenty minutes until the US stock market closed, and the best time to close his position in BHTX was now!

The distracting thoughts in his mind were instantly cleared, and Chen Hao immediately dialed Li Qingshan's number.

The phone rang several times before being answered, and Li Qingshan's sleepy voice came from the other end:

"Feed... Haozi? So late..."

"Qingshan, close all positions now!" Chen Hao interrupted him, his tone urgent and firm. "BHTX, close all positions now!"

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone, then Li Qingshan's voice became noticeably clearer:

"Now? Haozi, are you sure? The stock price is still falling, and our unrealized profits are still increasing. Should we wait a little longer?"

"No more waiting, let's close the position now." Chen Hao said decisively, "Listen to me, do it immediately."

"But..." Li Qingshan still hesitated.

"I checked before bed, and the decline is still widening. Closing the position now might mean missing out on a lot of profit. Haozi, how about we hold on for another day? Maybe tomorrow..."

"There's no guarantee," Chen Hao said firmly.

"Qingshan, believe me, now is the best time to close your position. In ten minutes, the situation may be different."

He spoke cryptically, but Li Qingshan understood the unspoken meaning—Chen Hao was implying that the stock price would soon rebound.

I could hear Li Qingshan getting up and the sound of a computer turning on on the other end of the phone.