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

Chen Hao drove his car to the intersection where Lin Caiwei had "kidnapped" him yesterday, relying on his memory.

The morning rush hour is over, and traffic here has returned to normal.

He pulled over and looked through the window at the spot where he had parked his delivery truck yesterday.

Sure enough, it was empty.

The yellow electric scooter and the insulated box are gone.

"It's normal that it's gone," Chen Hao muttered to himself.

Yesterday, Lin Caiwei and Chen Siqi dragged me into the car. It was so sudden that the car keys were still in the ignition.

These days, it's too easy for someone to steal an unlocked electric scooter parked on the side of the road.

He didn't seem particularly distressed.

That bike was a second-hand item; it had been ridden for quite a while, and it would only sell for a few hundred yuan.

Now that he has the system, the skills to make money, and more importantly, the responsibility to take care of his daughter and plans to earn money in the future, he can say goodbye to the job of delivering food for good.

If it's lost, it's lost. Consider it a way of putting an end to those arduous and stressful days.

Without looking any further, Chen Hao restarted the car and drove to his next destination—the shared apartment he had been renting for almost a year.

The car drove into that old residential area, which was a completely different world from the "Yunding Mansion" where I lived before.

Various electric bikes and bicycles were parked haphazardly along the roadside, and clotheslines stretched out from the windows, hanging with clothes of all colors.

He carefully parked the Mercedes in a place where it wouldn't get in the way and got out of the car.

Dragging an empty suitcase he'd taken from Lin Caiwei's house the day before, he walked into the drab six-story building, climbed the narrow stairs, and arrived at the third floor.

I opened the creaking security door with the key, and a familiar smell, a mixture of food and dust, wafted out.

This is a three-bedroom, one-living-room shared apartment. He rented the smallest north-facing secondary bedroom, which is less than ten square meters.

The other two rooms are occupied by a young couple who work at a nearby factory, and a young man who delivers food like him.

There was no one inside; they were probably all out busy.

Chen Hao walked into his small room.

A bed, a simple wardrobe, and an old desk were almost all the family's belongings.

On the table were his laptop (an old model), a few books, and some miscellaneous items.

There were a few faded clothes hanging in the closet.

He moved quickly, only packing the necessary items.

I packed my laptop, charger, a few pieces of underwear and a jacket that I could still wear into my suitcase.

ID card, bank card, and some other important documents were packed separately in a document bag.

He kept the worn-out bedding, cheap daily necessities, and extra old clothes, and didn't want them anymore.

Looking around the small room where he had lived for almost a year, Chen Hao felt no attachment, only a sense of relief at finally leaving.

I dragged my suitcase out and gently closed the door behind me.

He found the landlord's phone number and dialed it.

The landlady, a middle-aged woman, was a little surprised to hear he wanted to move out, but she didn't ask any further questions, only telling him to leave the key on the coffee table in the living room.

The rent for this month is non-refundable. The deposit will be refunded after the room is inspected and found to be in good condition (it's not much).

Chen Hao agreed and put the key down.

As I dragged my suitcase downstairs, I heard the sound of an electric scooter braking as soon as I reached the entrance of the building.

"Hey, Chen Hao?"

Chen Hao looked up and saw a young man with tanned skin wearing a food delivery platform uniform standing in front of him. It was the deliveryman who lived in the master bedroom, named Wang Shiwei. They would nod to each other when they met, but they weren't really close.

Wang Shiwei looked at Chen Hao, then at the suitcase beside his feet, a look of confusion on his face: "You...are you moving out?"

"Mm." Chen Hao nodded, a smile on his face.

"I found a new job, and there's a place to stay there, so I moved."

"A new job?" Wang Shiwei's curiosity was piqued. He propped up his electric scooter.

"What kind of good job is it? One that includes accommodation? Can you recommend one?"

"Uh... it's just taking care of the kids," Chen Hao said vaguely.

He couldn't very well say, "I'll be a full-time dad to my daughter," that would be too strange, and Lin Caiwei's identity had to be kept secret.

"Bringing a child?" Wang Shiwei was taken aback for a moment, then his expression turned a bit strange as he looked Chen Hao up and down.

"A nanny? You're a grown man, working as a nanny?" His tone carried obvious surprise and a hint of barely perceptible disdain.

In his limited understanding, being a nanny was a job for women in their forties or fifties, and it was a bit "unambitious" for a young and strong man to do it.

Chen Hao understood the implication in his words, but didn't pay it any mind, simply smiling:

"Yeah, I guess so. Taking care of kids is pretty good too."

"Delivering takeout is pretty good, isn't it?" Wang Shiwei smirked, a hint of smugness in his voice.

"I went out a lot yesterday and made over four hundred! It's flexible and I earn quite a bit. How much can a nanny make? And you have to be at the mercy of others, right?"

Subconsciously, he felt that Chen Hao must not have been able to find any other job, which was why he "regressed" to becoming a male nanny, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of superiority.

"Really? Congratulations then." Chen Hao said calmly, not wanting to elaborate.

"I'm off now, I have to get there." He nodded to Wang Shiwei, dragged his suitcase, and walked towards where he had parked.

Wang Shiwei watched his retreating figure and muttered under his breath, "Tch, of all things to do, he had to become a nanny..."

He shook his head, feeling that his decision to become a food delivery driver was a wise one.

He turned around to deliver the takeout order in his hand.

As soon as he got on the electric scooter, he casually glanced in the direction Chen Hao had left.

That glance froze him completely.

Chen Hao walked to a black sedan with sleek lines parked by the roadside, pressed the key, the headlights flashed, and the trunk slowly rose automatically.

Chen Hao put the suitcase in, closed the trunk, then opened the car door and got into the driver's seat.

The car started and smoothly drove away from the roadside, merging into the traffic.

Wang Shiwei's eyes widened and his mouth was slightly open.

If he wasn't mistaken... that car... was a Mercedes!

He didn't recognize the specific model number, but he recognized the three-pointed star logo!

It doesn't look cheap; it must cost at least several hundred thousand.

Chen Hao? Drives a Mercedes?

Didn't he go to work as a nanny?

Can a nanny afford a Mercedes?

Or... does that car belong to his employer?

Is it possible for an employer to allow a nanny to drive such an expensive car to move house?

The stark contrast struck Wang Shiwei like a blow to the head.

He looked down at his delivery scooter, weathered and dusty from the sun and wind, then at the direction where the black Mercedes had disappeared. His heart was filled with mixed emotions, and he felt extremely distressed.

That pitiful sense of superiority I felt just moments ago shattered instantly.

My face felt burning hot; I couldn't tell if it was from the sun or from the embarrassment.