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

After the voice echoed in his mind, Chen Hao was stunned for more than ten seconds.

System? Stay-at-home dad? Ten thousand yuan?

It all happened so fast, and the amount of information was so overwhelming, that his temples were throbbing.

He instinctively reached for his phone, his fingers trembling slightly, and opened the bank app.

Log in to check your balance.

The savings card balance, which originally was only a little over three thousand yuan, now clearly shows: 13,276.51 yuan.

That's a full ten thousand more.

The entry time was just now.

Cold, hard numbers are more persuasive than any words.

That "ding" sound wasn't a hallucination, and the extra 100,000 yuan wasn't an illusion either.

That so-called "all-around dad system"... is real.

Therefore, the first message the system displayed—"Confirmed to be the host's biological daughter"—must also be true.

Chen Hao took a slow, deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

The wildly beating heart in my chest seemed to be forcibly suppressed a little by this deep breath.

He bent down, picked up the paternity test report that had slipped off the leather seat, and then picked up the photo of the little girl.

This time, when he looked at the little girl named Lin Sisi in the photo, his feelings were completely different.

Previously, there was unfamiliarity, confusion, and doubt, tinged with annoyance at being struck by the absurdity.

Now, an indescribable sense of connection, originating from the depths of one's blood, is quietly growing.

This is...his daughter?

Is he the daughter of Lin Caiwei, the nationally famous and stunningly beautiful pop star who is standing next to him?

He turned his head and looked at Lin Caiwei.

Lin Caiwei was also looking at him with a complicated expression, as if she was observing what he would say after his intense reaction.

"I..." Chen Hao's voice was still a little dry.

"I think... I'm starting to believe it." He didn't say he completely believed it, nor did he mention the system; he simply went along with his earlier doubts and changed his perspective.

"But I still don't understand. Miss Lin, what exactly is going on? I... I don't remember ever having any contact with you before."

"We...how did we..." He paused, feeling that saying "we had a daughter" directly was a bit too much for him to say.

"...Is that the kind of relationship you're talking about?"

This problem was making him very uncomfortable.

He was an ordinary food delivery worker, and his life was so simple it was almost bland.

Every day, all I do is run errands, earn a living, and pay rent. My biggest form of entertainment is probably scrolling through short videos.

To him, Lin Caiwei was someone from a completely different world, shining in the clouds.

How could these two worlds intersect, and even produce a child?

When Lin Caiwei heard his question, her long eyelashes drooped, concealing the emotions in her eyes.

She remained silent for a long time, so long that Chen Hao thought she wouldn't answer.

The only sounds in the carriage were the faint whirring of the air conditioner and the tires rolling over the road.

Then, she raised her eyes and looked ahead, her voice soft, but every word clearly pierced Chen Hao's ears:

"Four years ago. Emperor Hotel. Room 2046."

After saying those twelve words, she tightly shut her mouth, her lips pressed into a straight line, her profile appearing somewhat cold and hard, as if she didn't want to talk any more.

"Emperor Hotel? 2046?"

Chen Hao repeated himself subconsciously, his brows furrowed, as he began to search his memory.

Four years ago... that was when he first came to Shanghai to make his way in the world.

Naïve, confused, clutching a pitiful amount of savings and a huge dream, only to be met with a harsh blow from reality.

He recalled that once, after failing a job interview, he was disheartened and went to a cheap little bar to drown his sorrows in alcohol.

That was the first time he had ever gotten so drunk that he blacked out.

When I woke up the next day, I had a splitting headache and found myself lying in a completely unfamiliar, rather luxurious hotel room.

He was in a daze at the time and didn't pay much attention to the room number, but he vaguely remembered that it was on the twentieth floor.

He was so frightened that he immediately got up and checked himself. His clothes were wrinkled, but he was still wearing them, and his wallet and phone were still there. Nothing was missing.

He had no idea how he got from the bar to this upscale hotel, nor did he remember what happened in between.

All I remember is... in the chaotic fragments of that dream, there seemed to be a very blurry, very passionate, very... enchanting scene.

In my dream, there was a woman whose figure and face were shrouded in a thick fog, making them indistinct.

But the burning sensation and throbbing from that skin-to-skin contact lingered for a long time after he woke up, making him blush and think it was just a ridiculous erotic dream he had because he had been single for so long.

Could it be... that wasn't a dream?

Chen Hao's expression changed.

He suddenly looked at Lin Caiwei, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

"That day...the person who woke up at the Emperor Hotel...was it really me? That night...with you..." He couldn't finish his sentence; his throat tightened.

Lin Caiwei did not turn around, nor did she affirm or deny; she simply remained silent.

But that silence itself is like a tacit agreement.

"But...why?" Chen Hao's doubts deepened.

"Why am I at the Emperor Hotel? What happened that night? How did you get there? And how did we end up...?"

He fired off a barrage of questions, eager to piece together that lost night.

Lin Caiwei remained silent in the face of a series of questions posed by Chen Hao.

Chen Hao opened his mouth, wanting to ask more questions.

For example, how did Lin Caiwei find him? What happened to her after that day?

But seeing Lin Caiwei's obviously aloof and reserved demeanor, all the questions stuck in my throat.

He realized that he probably wouldn't get any more information from her.

Not at least not now.

He shut his mouth sullenly, leaned back in his chair, and felt a jumble of thoughts.

The vague "spring dream" from four years ago has now become both incredibly clear and incredibly heavy.

It wasn't a dream after all; it was real.

And the woman in that dream turned out to be Lin Caiwei.

This feels so unreal, like walking on cotton.

The atmosphere inside the car was somewhat tense.

Chen Siqi, who was driving, glanced at them in the rearview mirror but didn't say anything.

After a long while, Chen Hao finally found his voice and asked a different question:

"So...where are we going now?"

Lin Caiwei seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and her tone returned to calm:

"Go see your daughter."

daughter.

These two words sent a shiver down Chen Hao's spine.

The cute little face in the photo appeared before my eyes, along with the system's cold confirmation prompt.

He really does have a daughter.

"I...I have another question." Chen Hao hesitated for a moment, but still asked.

"Since...sisi is my daughter, why haven't you contacted me for the past three years? And now suddenly..." He paused, choosing a more neutral word.

"...Did you come to see me because you need something?"