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

After a long silence, Lin Caiwei spoke softly, her voice gentle and tentative: "Chen Hao."

"Hmm?" Chen Hao responded softly, turning his head to look at her.

"Did you make over two million selling paintings today?" Lin Caiwei asked slowly, her tone tinged with a mix of emotion and something else that was hard to define.

"To be precise, it's 2.55 million, the net income after deducting commissions," Chen Hao said truthfully, without any concealment.

Lin Caiwei slowly raised her head, letting go of his shoulder, and looked up at him quietly. Her eyes held a complex mix of emotions, including relief, emotion, and a hint of dazedness.

She stared at Chen Hao for a few seconds, then asked softly, "When you were a food delivery driver, what was the highest you could earn in a month?"

Chen Hao briefly recalled the days when he was a delivery driver, his tone calm:

"Under normal circumstances, it's seven or eight thousand a month. During peak season, if there are more orders and you work overtime, you can earn a little over ten thousand, which is considered the highest possible income."

"Yes," Lin Caiwei sighed softly, her tone full of regret.

"You used to work yourself to the bone delivering food for a year, braving wind and rain, working year-round without a break, and at most you could only earn a hundred thousand yuan."

Now, you can earn your total income for the previous twenty years with just one painting.

Chen Hao listened to her words and simply smiled faintly, his tone humble: "It's just good luck; we caught a good opportunity."

"This is not luck at all." Lin Caiwei shook her head gently, looking at him with exceptional seriousness. "It's because you have real skills."

I never knew you had such amazing talent for drawing; you kept it so well hidden.

Chen Hao didn't offer much explanation. He simply reached out gently, put his arm around her shoulder, and pulled her back to his side. His movements were gentle and reassuring.

Lin Caiwei obediently leaned back against his shoulder, remaining silent for a long while, as if she had been pondering for a long time, before speaking softly, her voice gentle and slow, tinged with worry:

"Chen Hao, have you seriously thought about the future?"

"What do you mean by 'afterwards'?" Chen Hao asked softly, bowing his head slightly.

"It's about your identity, the identity of Haolin." Lin Caiwei's voice was very low, filled with deep concern.

"Your paintings are becoming more and more valuable, and your fame is growing. The entire art world is looking for you and paying attention to you."

The truth will eventually come out; your outstanding abilities will be exposed sooner or later and known to everyone.

"The day your identity is fully revealed, all kinds of media outlets and industry insiders will frantically dig into your background."

At that time, your father-daughter relationship with Sisi, your relationship with me, and all the past will be completely exposed to everyone.

There will definitely be a lot of rumors and gossip then. Have you thought about how we should deal with it?

After hearing these words, Chen Hao fell silent.

Actually, this wasn't the first time he'd thought about this problem.

From the moment he decided to debut under the pen name Haolin and his paintings began to gain popularity, he had imagined this day countless times.

The greater the fame, the greater the risk; the higher the level of attention, the harder it is to protect privacy.

He knew long ago that he couldn't stay behind the scenes forever; there would always be a day when he would be exposed.

He remained silent for a long time before finally speaking honestly, his tone firm and solemn: "I don't have a foolproof solution."

But no matter what happens in the future, no matter how much the outside world talks or digs deeper, the only thing I can guarantee is that you and Sisi will never suffer any harm. I will protect you and your daughter.

A simple sentence, without fancy words, yet it is exceptionally powerful.

Upon hearing this, Lin Caiwei felt a warmth in her heart, and all her worries seemed to be soothed.

She reached out and held Chen Hao's hand tightly, their fingers interlocked, palms pressed together, conveying each other's warmth.

She looked up at him, her eyes gentle yet firm: "Me too."

No matter what troubles or hardships we encounter in the future, I will be by your side, and I will never let anyone hurt you or Sisi.

The two of them nestled quietly on the sofa, not saying another word, and sat there quietly for a very long time.

The variety shows on TV were still playing normally, and the cheers and laughter of the audience could be heard from time to time, filling the living room with lively sounds.

But neither of them was in the mood to listen or watch; each was preoccupied with their own future plans, silently processing their concerns and expectations.

The house was unusually quiet. Sisi was taking a nap in her room and hadn't woken up yet. There wasn't a sound.

The only sound in the room was the clock on the wall, its steady ticking a calm and peaceful rhythm.

After a long while, Lin Caiwei raised her head again, her gaze falling on Chen Hao's profile as she quietly observed him.

His jawline was clean and sharp, his nose was high and straight, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and his eyes and brows were calm and composed.

Even when just sitting quietly, he exudes a calm and reliable aura, clearly deep in thought.

At that moment, Lin Caiwei suddenly felt a great sense of peace.

She increasingly felt that this man was far more reliable and stable than she had imagined.

Whether he was working as a food delivery driver during his down-on-his-luck days, or remains humble and gentle now that he has achieved great success, he has never changed his original intention and always puts his family first.

She couldn't help but speak softly, calling out again, "Chen Hao."

"Hmm?" Chen Hao looked down at her, his eyes gentle.

"It's nothing." Lin Caiwei smiled faintly, gently buried her face in his shoulder, and said in a soft voice, "I just wanted to call your name."

Looking at her childlike appearance, Chen Hao's eyes softened with a gentle smile. He didn't expose her little thoughts, but simply tightened his arms around her.

The living room remained quiet, the ticking of the clock was clear and pleasant, and a gentle atmosphere enveloped the entire house.

After some time, the bedroom door was gently pushed open, and Sisi, rubbing her sleepy eyes, ran out of the room with small, bouncy steps.

The little guy had just woken up; his hair was soft, his eyes were glazed, and he looked completely dazed.

As soon as she looked up, she saw her parents snuggling together on the sofa. A bright and sweet smile instantly bloomed on her round little face, her eyes crinkling with joy.

"Sisi wants a hug too!"

The little one called out in a clear voice, then nimbly climbed onto the soft sofa, skillfully squeezing his small body between Chen Hao and Lin Caiwei.

With her two little hands outstretched, one tightly wrapped around her father's neck and the other tightly wrapped around her mother's neck, she nestled firmly in the middle, monopolizing her parents' love.

Chen Hao and Lin Caiwei exchanged a glance. Looking at their daughter's well-behaved and adorable appearance, their eyes were filled with tender smiles. All their worries, troubles, and anxieties about the future vanished at that moment.

The family of three nestled close together on the sofa, bathed in the soft glow of warm yellow light, creating a cozy and inviting atmosphere.

All the outside noise, the speculation and suspicion in the calligraphy and painting circles, Yu Mobai's secret investigation, and the countless people's prying and coveting of Haolin's identity all became irrelevant and insignificant at this moment.

No matter how much wind and rain or how much scheming there is outside, at least at this moment, the three of them are safe, peaceful, warm, and complete. The quiet and peaceful life is the best time.