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

Chen Hao smiled and nodded, walked over, and gently ruffled her hair, his tone full of approval:

"Yes, you've made great progress. The center of gravity of this paper crane is just right, and the curvature of its wings is also suitable, which is why it can fly so steadily and for so long."

Lin Caiwei held the little paper crane, and a long-lost sense of accomplishment suddenly welled up in her heart, a warm feeling that spread from the bottom of her heart to the corners of her mouth.

She thought carefully about when was the last time she felt so happy and accomplished.

Is it when the concert ends and the audience erupts in applause?

It seems like it is, and yet it seems like it isn't either.

The satisfaction I felt back then was all work-related, tinged with fatigue and a touch of self-interest, completely different from how I feel now.

The happiness I feel now is so simple and pure, without any ulterior motives, just like when I was a child.

The first time I learned to fold a paper airplane, watching it fly away, I felt a carefree joy, so pure and genuine, that it made me smile from the bottom of my heart.

She turned to look at Chen Hao, then glanced at Sisi, who was still clapping beside her.

Her daughter was looking up at her with bright, sparkling eyes, her face full of pride.

That look in her eyes was as if she were announcing to the whole world, "Look, this is my mom, and my mom is amazing."

Chen Hao stood beside her, his gaze so tender it could melt hearts, a faint smile on his lips, quietly watching her and Sisi, his eyes full of doting affection.

The living room was quiet, with no other sounds except for the soft hum of the air conditioner, which was very gentle and not noisy at all.

The warm yellow light shone on the three of them, casting long, overlapping shadows that looked especially cozy.

Lin Caiwei suddenly had a very strange feeling—a feeling of home that she hadn't experienced in a long time.

It wasn't the big house she used to live in, empty and deserted, with only servants, no laughter, no warmth. No matter how big or luxurious it was, it was just a house.

And now, in this small space, there is the clear laughter of a daughter and the gentle companionship of a man.

These simple yet heartwarming moments are what make a real home—a place with warmth, people, and a sense of belonging.

Thinking of this, she suddenly felt a pang of sadness, her eyes welled up with tears, and she almost dropped them.

She blinked quickly, trying to hold back her tears so her daughter and Chen Hao wouldn't see.

But Sisi, with her sharp eyes, immediately noticed something was wrong. She quickly ran over, tugged at her clothes, and looked up at her with a worried expression, asking:

"Mom, what's wrong? Your eyes are red. Did you cry?"

Lin Caiwei quickly squatted down, patted her daughter's head, and forced a smile to hide her true feelings:

"It's okay, it's okay. Mom didn't cry, she's just a little tired. She squatted for a long time, and her eyes are a little blurry."

"Then Mom, please sit down and rest!" Upon hearing this, Sisi quickly pulled her hand and dragged her towards the sofa.

"Sisi will give you a back massage; a back massage will make you feel less tired!"

The little guy wasn't very strong, but he gripped her arm tightly with his little hands, looking very serious.

Lin Caiwei was pulled by her daughter and obediently sat on the sofa.

The little guy immediately climbed behind her and gently tapped her back with his tiny fists, the force varying from light to heavy, but he was very attentive.

Lin Caiwei leaned comfortably against the sofa, turned her head to look at Chen Hao, and met his gaze.

Chen Hao was also looking at her, his eyes filled with gentle understanding, not doubt, as if he could see through her thoughts but didn't point it out, just quietly staying with her.

Lin Caiwei felt a warmth in her heart and softly called out, "Chen Hao."

"Yes, I'm here," Chen Hao replied softly.

"Could you teach me how to fold other types of folding paper?" Lin Caiwei looked at him, a hint of expectation in her eyes.

"I want to learn how to make the paper frog that jumps and the paper monkey that does somersaults, just like you said. I want to learn how to make them so I can play with Sisi."

Chen Hao smiled and nodded:

"Sure, no problem."

After saying that, he walked over, sat down on the stool next to the coffee table, took out a stack of colorful origami from the box next to him, picked out a green one, and placed it on the coffee table.

"Let's fold a paper frog first. This step is a bit simpler than folding a paper crane, but there are still some techniques involved. Once you learn this, it will be much easier to fold other things."

Lin Caiwei quickly sat up straight and leaned over to look intently. Even Sisi stopped massaging her back.

She climbed over to the coffee table, squatted down, and gestured with her little hands, striking a pose like a little teacher, while muttering:

"Mom, watch carefully. You can't get the steps Dad taught wrong, or the frog won't jump."

Chen Hao smiled, said nothing, picked up the green origami, and slowly began to demonstrate.

His movements were practiced; his fingers deftly turned the pages, each fold neat and the creases pressed firmly. As he folded, he explained softly:

"Look, first fold the paper in half, then turn it over and fold the two corners towards the middle to make a triangle. This is the frog's body."

Lin Caiwei followed his movements, picked up a green origami piece, and folded it step by step, pausing every now and then to ask him:

"Should we turn all the way down here?"

"Which way should we fold this corner?"

Chen Hao was never annoyed. No matter how many times she asked, he would answer patiently and demonstrate again until she learned it.

"This is the most crucial part, the folding of the hind legs." Chen Hao deliberately slowed down when he reached the key step.

"You need to fold it into a spring-like structure so that when you hold down the frog's back and release it, it can jump."

Otherwise, the frogs you fold will be dead, and you can only leave them there to look at.

As he spoke, he pinched the frog's hind legs with his fingers, demonstrating how to fold the spring structure. He folded it twice, making sure Lin Caiwei could see it clearly.

Lin Caiwei watched very attentively, gesturing with her fingers as she followed along. Whenever she encountered something she didn't understand, she immediately asked a question.

Chen Hao patiently guided her, while Sisi occasionally chimed in from the side:

"Mom, no, no, you have to fold it like Dad, fold it a little inwards."

Before long, Chen Hao finished folding them.

He placed the folded green frog on the coffee table. The frog was small and round, with bulging hind legs, and looked especially cute.

He gently pressed the frog's back with his finger and then quickly released it.

With a "whoosh," the frog leaped up and gracefully flipped in mid-air.

Then it landed steadily on the other end of the coffee table, wobbling slightly as if showing off its jumping ability.

"Wow! It really can jump! That's amazing!"