Looking for relatives: I acquired my mother’s billion-dollar enterprise

Inside the house, a hush had settled over the room like the calm before a storm. Song Yazhi, dressed in a festive red coat that contrasted with her pale, tear-streaked face, sat with her two adopted daughters, Song Ziwei and Song Caifu. Her eyes, swollen from a sleepless night of crying, darted anxiously toward the door with every passing second.

“Mom, don’t worry,” Song Ziwei said softly, her calm voice a balm for the tension hanging in the air.

“Yes, Mom. I asked around—it’s reliable! Qin Yuan is most likely your biological son!” Song Caifu chimed in, her optimism like a spark of hope in the somber atmosphere.

“I… I’m not in a hurry,” Song Yazhi murmured, though her trembling hands betrayed her. Gone was the composed titan of the business world, the celebrated “Iron Lady” who once ruled the boardroom with an iron will. In her place sat a vulnerable woman, consumed by nervous anticipation and fragile hope.

The sound of the door opening thundered through the room, jolting them all to their feet. Qin Yuan stepped inside, his presence commanding yet understated, his expression calm but unreadable.

“My… my child!” Song Yazhi’s voice broke on the words, and her body swayed as if the weight of three decades of longing had suddenly struck her. Tears blurred her vision, but there was no mistaking it: this was her son.

She nearly collapsed in her rush to him, but Qin Yuan stood still, his own emotions tightly bound. He hesitated before speaking, his voice low but steady.

“I have a jade pendant…” He paused, his words hanging in the air like a delicate thread, but before he could continue, Song Yazhi gasped.

“That jade pendant! It was a token of love from your father,” she interrupted, her words tumbling out in a rush. “It has the word ‘Yuan’ engraved on it, and there’s a bump on the back corner—a small triangle…”

Her trembling hands covered her mouth as Qin Yuan silently produced the pendant. The light caught its polished surface, revealing the details she had described with aching precision.

“My child!” Song Yazhi sobbed as she threw her arms around him, clinging to him as though she feared he might vanish like a dream. Her tears soaked his shoulder as the years of pain and separation poured out in a flood.

Qin Yuan, though composed on the surface, felt the world tilt beneath his feet. His heart pounded as though trying to confirm the truth his mind couldn’t yet grasp.

“You… are really my mother?” His voice cracked, his carefully maintained calm giving way to vulnerability.

Song Yazhi nodded, unable to speak as she wept with joy.

A staff member, moved by the poignant reunion, stepped forward, discreetly dabbing at their own tears. “Ms. Song, Mr. Qin, we’ll need to conduct a DNA test to confirm everything officially.”

Three hours later, the results were in: a 99.95% probability that Qin Yuan and Song Yazhi were mother and son.

For a long moment, the room was silent, the enormity of the moment settling over everyone. Then, as if a dam had burst, Qin Yuan’s tears flowed freely. The man who had built an empire, whose name was whispered in awe across global markets, now stood utterly unguarded.

He wanted to say “Mom,” but the word lodged in his throat. After thirty years, it felt both foreign and sacred.

Song Yazhi, for her part, didn’t push him. She cradled his face in her hands, her tears mixing with his as she whispered, “It’s all right, my child. We have all the time in the world now.”

In the corner, Song Ziwei and Song Caifu watched with tears streaming down their faces. Though they had no blood ties to Song Yazhi, the love she had showered on them all their lives made this moment as emotional for them as if it were their own reunion.

When emotions finally ebbed, Song Yazhi gently wiped her tears and turned to Qin Yuan with a tender smile. “Come, my child. Let me introduce your sisters.” She gestured to the twins. “As you said, they are twins. But they are not my biological children—they are my adopted daughters.”

Song Ziwei stepped forward first, her demeanor calm and composed as always. “Hello,” she said politely, her voice as clear and cool as a mountain spring. Her gaze lingered on Qin Yuan, assessing him with quiet curiosity.

Then came Song Caifu, her lively energy a sharp contrast to her sister’s reserve. Her cheeks flushed, and her eyes sparkled with excitement as she stammered, “Hello, Brother!” The word tumbled out with a mix of joy and nervousness, and her expression shifted between laughter and tears.

Qin Yuan nodded at them both, his mind still spinning. Despite his turmoil, he couldn’t help but admire their beauty and grace, noting how their contrasting personalities complemented each other.

A staff member approached with a broad smile. “Ms. Song, congratulations on reuniting with your son!”

“Thank you,” Song Yazhi said, bowing deeply. Her gratitude was heartfelt, but her focus never wavered from Qin Yuan.

They left the station together, a small crowd gathered to watch the spectacle. Whispers of awe rippled through the onlookers.

“That young man has hit the jackpot!”

“Finding his biological mother after thirty years, and she turns out to be the Song Yazhi, the richest woman in Ninghai? That’s like something out of a fairy tale!”

“I heard she’s worth hundreds of billions and owns the Gezhi Group. That guy just went from rags to riches in an instant!”

Qin Yuan caught snippets of their chatter but showed no reaction, his expression a mask of calm.

Beside him, Song Yazhi squeezed his arm, her face radiant with joy, though a flicker of guilt lingered in her eyes.

“Don’t pay attention to them, my son,” she murmured.

Qin Yuan’s lips curved in a faint smile. “I heard you’re very rich?”

Song Yazhi glanced at her daughters before nodding firmly. “Yes, our family is very rich.” Her voice grew soft but determined as she continued, “And I will spend the rest of my life making up for what I owe you.”

“What do you do?” Qin Yuan asked, genuine curiosity lighting his eyes.

Before Song Yazhi could reply, Song Ziwei spoke up. “Our mother is the founder of the Gezhi Group. You know the brand—it’s the leader in China’s electrical appliance industry.”

Qin Yuan’s calm façade faltered as recognition dawned. Gezhi Group? His secretary had mentioned it just yesterday as a potential acquisition target for his foundation.

Song Yazhi’s phone rang, interrupting his thoughts. The call was from her secretary, reporting rumors of a world-class foundation planning to acquire the Gezhi Group.

“Take it slow,” Song Yazhi replied calmly. “Gezhi has weathered many storms. For now, I’m taking leave.”

Her decision stunned her office staff, for the Iron Lady never took time off.

But now, she had her son, and nothing else mattered.