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

"Chen Hao," Lin Caiwei looked into his eyes, her expression turning serious.

"Tell me the truth, were you really just lucky?"

Making money once is luck, making money twice is good luck, making money three times is extremely good luck.

But to make money four times, and each time by such a large sum—to explain this as "luck" would be to treat her like a fool.

Chen Hao smiled and said, "Maybe I have a bit of a talent for this."

He was actually a little guilty about what he said.

What talent? It's clearly a master-level stock trading skill given to me by the system.

But he couldn't very well tell Lin Caiwei that he had an "all-powerful dad system" in his head, could he?

Lin Caiwei stared at him for a while, then suddenly asked, "Did you study finance before?"

"No." Chen Hao shook his head.

"Then why..." Lin Caiwei couldn't understand.

How did a food delivery driver suddenly become a stock trading genius?

This unscientific.

Chen Hao knew what she was wondering about, but he couldn't explain it, so he could only vaguely say:

"Maybe it was just a sudden epiphany. Just like when I write songs or draw, it just happened suddenly."

This statement actually reveals a lot of information—Lin Caiwei knew he could write songs; she had just heard that he could paint; and she now knew that he could trade stocks.

It is abnormal for someone to suddenly display amazing talent in multiple fields.

But Lin Caiwei did not press the matter further.

Everyone has their own secrets, and she's not the kind of person who has to dig deep into their secrets.

Moreover, the talents Chen Hao has displayed are a good thing for both her and Sisi.

She was silent for a moment, then suddenly remembered another piece of information from Chen Hao's words.

"You just mentioned...selling paintings?" She looked up. "What kind of paintings did you sell? How much did you sell them for?"

Chen Hao said, "A landscape painting sold for 160 million yuan. The gallery took a 15% commission, and I received 127 million yuan."

Lin Caiwei was stunned once again.

If making money in the stock market can be explained by "financial operations"—

Although Chen Hao's actions were unbelievably amazing—

Making money by selling paintings is a completely different matter.

She knows a little about the art market.

A painting that can sell for 160 million is no longer just a matter of "being able to paint".

This requires a truly skilled painter with market recognition.

But Chen Hao...

"You can paint landscapes?" she asked in surprise. "Sisi only told me that you can draw cartoons and teach me to draw small animals."

"I know a little bit of everything," Chen Hao said.

"I was bored, so I painted a landscape painting and took it to a gallery to see if I could sell it. I didn't expect it to actually sell."

He spoke casually, but Lin Caiwei knew it was anything but.

The art market is the most realistic arena for fame and fortune.

For an unknown new painter, it's not easy to sell a painting for even 16,000 yuan, let alone 1.6 million.

The fact that the gallery is willing to accept your painting for consignment is already a great favor to you.

There must be a reason why it was able to sell, and at a high price.

"Which gallery?" she asked.

"Yulan Hall," Chen Hao said, "is located in the East District. I've heard it's quite famous."

Lin Caiwei nodded.

She had heard her grandfather mention Yulantang; it was indeed a top-tier gallery in the industry.

The works that make it into that gallery are generally of high quality.

"Do you know the person who bought the painting?" she asked again.

Chen Hao shook his head: "I don't know him. The gallery said that two elderly gentlemen were vying to buy it, and in the end, one of them offered 160 million to buy it. As for who it was, the gallery said they wanted to protect the client's privacy and didn't tell me."

Lin Caiwei seemed to be deep in thought.

Her grandfather, Lin Sinian, loved collecting calligraphy and paintings and often visited various art galleries.

Yulan Hall was also one of the places he frequented.

However, she didn't think too deeply about it—there are plenty of elderly gentlemen in China who love calligraphy and painting, and she never imagined that the person who bought Chen Hao's paintings was her grandfather.

"What are you drawing?" she asked curiously.

"A landscape painting, titled 'Autumn Wind in Ten Thousand Valleys'," Chen Hao said.

"It was drawn based on the mountains in my hometown when I was a child, with some added imagination."

As Lin Caiwei listened, the feeling of disbelief in her heart grew stronger and stronger.

He wrote a song and it became a huge hit.

Make a fortune by investing in stocks.

Paintings can be sold for high prices.

How many more surprises does this man hold that she doesn't know about?

"Chen Hao," she said softly, "who exactly are you?"

The question seemed abrupt, but Chen Hao understood it.

He smiled and said, "I am who I am. Sisi's father, the business partner you invited."

He didn't say "friend," nor did he say anything else.

The term "partner" is both accurate and leaves room for interpretation.

Lin Caiwei looked at him and suddenly smiled.

It wasn't the usual polite, distant smile, but a truly relaxed smile filled with curiosity and appreciation.

"I'm starting to believe it now," she said, "that when you said you could take good care of Sisi, you weren't just saying it casually."

A man who can earn nearly 800 million yuan in a short period of time through legitimate means certainly has the ability to provide his daughter with the best life.

Chen Hao sensed the approval in her words, and his heart warmed.

"Sisi is my daughter, and I will do everything in my power to treat her well. That will never change."

Lin Caiwei nodded, remained silent for a moment, and then suddenly asked, "So what are your plans next? Will you continue trading stocks?"

"I might take another look," Chen Hao said, "but I won't put all my money in."

I plan to set aside a portion for conservative investments and use the rest to explore other opportunities.

He didn't specify what the "other opportunities" were, but Lin Caiwei vaguely felt that this man wouldn't be satisfied with the status quo.

He will definitely continue to explore and make breakthroughs.

"If there's anything I can help you with, just let me know," Lin Caiwei said. "I know some people in the industry who might be able to lend a hand."

This was the first time she had offered to help Chen Hao.

It wasn't based on his daughter, but on his approval of Chen Hao himself.

Chen Hao was somewhat surprised, but still nodded: "Thank you."

I will ask if needed.

The two chatted for a few more minutes, and the atmosphere became much more relaxed than before.

The awkwardness of the bathroom incident seemed to be somewhat mitigated by this conversation about money and ability.

Finally, Lin Caiwei checked the time; it was almost 2 a.m.

"I should go to sleep." She stood up. "You should get some rest too."

"Okay." Chen Hao stood up as well. "Good night."

"Good night."

Lin Caiwei walked towards the bedroom, but when she reached the door, she suddenly stopped and turned around.

"Chen Hao".

"Um?"

"Thank you," she said earnestly.

"Thank you for taking care of Sisi, and thank you... for letting me see a different side of you."

After saying that, she walked quickly into the bedroom and closed the door without waiting for Chen Hao's response.

Chen Hao stood in the living room, stunned for a long while, before letting out a soft laugh.

He walked to the window and looked at the city's night view outside.

The lights were dazzling, and the traffic flowed like a river.

Countless people in this city are striving and pursuing their dreams.

He, a deliveryman who had nothing not long ago, now stands in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of a luxury apartment, holding nearly 800 million yuan in cash, possessing multiple master-level skills, and having a lovely daughter.

It all felt like a dream.

But this is not a dream.

The clear numbers on the system panel, the actual balance in his mobile banking account, his sleeping daughter in the bedroom, and Lin Caiwei who had just thanked him—

All of this was telling him that it was real.

Chen Hao took a deep breath and felt his whole body filled with power.