752: Chapter 747 First Meeting

Wang Jie, a top-tier maternity matron from Jingzhou United Family Hospital, had already been waiting respectfully at the door.

Wang Jie had been in the industry for fifteen years and had cared for eighty to a hundred babies from wealthy families; she was used to all sorts of affluent households.

Some were hands-off bosses who acted as if the child didn't exist once they were born.

Others were overly anxious, wishing they could tether a childcare expert to their side twenty-four hours a day.

But someone like Mr. Shen, who personally directed the delivery, was a first for her.

She had prepared herself to face an extremely picky and controlling employer.

"Mr. Shen, Mrs. Shen," Wang Jie bowed. "I am Wang Jie. I will be responsible for taking care of Mrs. Shen and the baby's daily life for the next month."

Shen Yan nodded and carefully placed Shen An, whom he was holding, into the crib.

"Sister Wang, thank you for your hard work. I'll leave the professional matters to you, but there are some things I want to learn myself."

Wang Jie was stunned for a moment.

Learn himself?

Had she heard correctly?

This Mr. Shen—a figure whose every move made the entire Jingzhou business world tremble—wanted to learn how to take care of a baby?

3:00 AM.

The suite was so quiet that one could hear their own heartbeat.

"Waa—"

A loud cry pierced the silence.

Shen An was awake.

Almost the exact second the crying started, Wang Jie, who was on night duty in the bedroom, immediately got up and hurried toward the nursery.

But she found that someone was faster than her.

Shen Yan was already standing by the crib.

He was still wearing soft loungewear, clearly having not slept at all.

"Is he hungry?" Shen Yan's voice was very low, afraid of waking Liu Hui in the next room.

Wang Jie hurried forward and performed a practiced check.

"Doesn't seem like it; he was just fed an hour ago. Let me check the diaper."

She reached out to unwrap the baby's swaddle but was stopped by Shen Yan.

"I'll do it."

Wang Jie was stunned again.

"Mr. Shen, I can handle this. You should go rest..."

"It's fine, teach me." Shen Yan's tone was calm but carried a sense of authority that brooked no refusal.

Wang Jie had no choice but to slow down her movements, explaining as she unfastened the diaper.

"The baby's skin is very tender, so movements must be gentle. This is the wetness indicator; when it changes color, it means it's time for a change. When wiping, go from front to back to prevent infection..."

She thought she would have to explain it at least three to five times before this novice father could barely manage.

However, Shen Yan just watched quietly once.

"I understand."

When Shen An cried again and needed a diaper change, Wang Jie witnessed a scene that left her dumbfounded.

Shen Yan took a new diaper and skillfully placed it under the baby.

Pulling out a tissue, dipping it in warm water, wiping, applying diaper cream, and then deftly fastening the velcro tabs.

The entire process was seamless; every step and every angle looked as precise as if measured with a ruler.

It was even more standard than her own work as a top-tier matron with fifteen years of experience.

This... what kind of learning ability was this?

"Sister Wang, does this look okay?" Shen Yan asked.

Wang Jie opened her mouth, and it took a while to find her voice.

"...Yes, it's perfect. Mr. Shen, have... have you learned this before?"

"No."

Previously, when taking care of Youyou, his younger sister had helped, so he didn't really have much experience.

Wang Jie was completely speechless.

This wasn't a novice father; this was a textbook-level demonstration.

Over the next few days, Wang Jie's worldview was repeatedly shattered.

Burping the baby.

She only demonstrated once, and Shen Yan could accurately find the position and pressure that made the baby most comfortable.

Bathing the baby.

For the water temperature, he didn't use a thermometer; he tested it with his wrist, and the number he called out was exactly the same as the one on the thermometer.

The hand supporting the baby's neck was as steady as a mountain.

Soothing him to sleep.

He seemed to understand the infant's cries.

Which one meant hunger, which one meant sleepiness, and which one just needed a hug.

Wang Jie sometimes felt that she, a top-tier maternity matron, was about to lose her job.

The only thing she could do was prepare the various items and then watch this super-dad perform.

This afternoon, Chen Guangke called.

"AYan, there's news from 'Singularity Intelligence.' Their founder, a guy named Zhou Yi, is a total tech geek with a stubborn and prickly personality. He says his company is his child and won't sell it for any amount of money."

On the other end of the line, Chen Guangke's voice was somewhat anxious.

The technology from "Singularity Intelligence" was a vital link in Shen Yan's AI blueprint.

"I'm changing his diaper right now."

Shen Yan's voice came through the receiver, calm and steady.

Chen Guangke froze on the other end. "...Huh?"

"My son just took a dump, quite a lot of it."

Shen Yan held the phone with his shoulder while nimbly handling the "battlefield," his tone as indifferent as if he were discussing today's weather.

Chen Guangke was silent for a full five seconds.

He imagined the scene.

The man who could turn the tide on Wall Street and make countless capital giants tremble with fear was now solemnly... wiping his son's butt.

The image was too much; he didn't dare think about it.

"Cough, AYan, I'm talking business. What about Zhou Yi? Do you want me to find someone to put some pressure on him?"

"No need."

Shen Yan finished the final step and put clean clothes on Shen An.

The little guy hummed twice in comfort.

"Tell Zhou Yi that I'll trade all the patents for Tiangong Technology's second-generation Quantum Chip, plus a cheap power supply agreement from prometheus energy for the next ten years, and an unlimited R&D budget for a fifty-one percent stake in his company."

"Didn't he say the company is his child?"

"I'll let him continue being the father of this child; I'm just finding a wealthier godfather for him."

"What if he still doesn't agree..."

"Then tell him that in three months, I will launch an AI model called 'Fuxi,' with performance three times his and cost one-third. At that time, I will personally drown his 'child' in front of him."

"By the way, my son seems hungry again. I'm hanging up."

Beep.

The call was disconnected.

Chen Guangke held his phone and stood before the floor-to-ceiling window of his office, speechless for a long time.

He felt that the guy named Zhou Yi had probably never seen anyone be a father like this.

Nor had he seen anyone be a godfather like this.

Late at night.

Liu Hui had already fallen asleep, her breathing steady.

Shen An was also sleeping soundly, his little mouth smacking occasionally as if he were having a sweet dream.

Shen Yan sat on the sofa with a laptop on his lap.

The light from the screen reflected on his focused profile.

An email from Wu Ya popped up.

[President Shen, the information on the shareholders of "deep space eye" is all here. They are backed by several old North America financial syndicates, and the relationships are intricate. Making them give up their shares won't be easy.]

Shen Yan's finger slid lightly across the touchpad, and he finished reading hundreds of pages of information in just a few seconds.

On the system panel, a piece of intelligence that had just been refreshed flickered with a faint light.