The Billionaire Businesswoman Searches for Her Lost Son: I acquire my mother’s billion-dollar enterprise

When Qin Yuan strolled into the living room of Courtyard No. 3 at Tan Palace, the air was thick with tension, charged by the news that had engulfed the internet like a wildfire. Song Yazhi, poised as ever but with a flicker of disdain in her eyes, held her phone tightly, the headlines glaring back at her. Song Ziwei sat nearby, her expression thoughtful, while Caifu paced the room, her indignation practically crackling in the atmosphere.

Lei Jun’s audacious challenge had spread like an electric current through the business world, with netizens and media alike eagerly fanning the flames. Headlines were plastered everywhere, screaming about the one-billion-yuan bet:

[Lei Jun of Dami Technology Calls Out the Iron Lady of Gezhi! A New Billion-Yuan Gamble Emerges!]

[The Richest Woman Faces a Challenge: Her Newly Found Son to Compete Against Lei Jun’s Prodigy in a Three-Year Showdown]

[The Iron Lady’s Legacy vs. the Rising Star: Can Qin Yuan Step Up to the Plate?]

The provocation was calculated and bold, a move as cunning as it was daring. Lei Jun had taken full advantage of the buzz surrounding Song Yazhi’s reunion with her long-lost son, leveraging the moment to thrust his own son, Renault, into the spotlight.

“I see you, Boss Lei,” Song Yazhi murmured with a sharp, knowing smile. “You’re good at this game of hype.”

She turned to her children, her gaze lingering on Qin Yuan. “Well, son, what do you think?”

Qin Yuan leaned back in his chair, calm despite the storm swirling around him. “What do I think?” he repeated, his tone faintly amused. “Honestly, I think it’s a circus act. A desperate ploy to make noise and sell his robot dog project.”

“Circus or not, it’s brilliant marketing,” Song Ziwei interjected, her voice measured but tinged with respect for the strategy. “Look at the numbers. Within hours, Renault’s name and Dami Technology’s [Robot Dog Tiedan] project are trending across every platform. Publicity like this is priceless.”

Caifu, less restrained than her sister, whirled on Qin Yuan, her eyes blazing. “Brother! How can you be so indifferent? He’s dragging our family into this! If we don’t respond, people will think we’re running scared. Mom’s the Iron Lady. We can’t just sit here and let that man provoke us!”

Qin Yuan chuckled softly, though a trace of unease flickered across his face. “Calm down, Caifu. It’s not as simple as it looks. A one-billion-yuan bet isn’t just a publicity stunt; it’s a chess move. Lei Jun’s betting on the perception game.”

“But he’s also counting on us to play along,” Song Ziwei pointed out, her analytical mind already dissecting the situation. “By challenging us, he puts us in a bind. Refuse, and it looks like we’re afraid. Accept, and we’re giving him the publicity he wants.”

“That’s the essence of his play,” Qin Yuan agreed, rubbing his temples. “It’s clever, I’ll give him that. But, Mom… you’re not seriously considering accepting this bet, are you?”

Song Yazhi’s response was a sharp, almost playful smile. “Why wouldn’t I? It’s not the first time I’ve faced down a provocation like this, and it won’t be the last.” Her voice was steady, but the fire in her tone revealed her true feelings. “Lei Jun wants a fight? Fine. Let’s give him one.”

The room went silent for a beat, the weight of her words sinking in. Then Caifu burst out, fists clenched. “That’s the spirit, Mom! Show him why they call you the Iron Lady!”

“Before we start celebrating,” Qin Yuan cut in, his voice laced with dry humor, “can we all take a step back? We’re talking about a three-year competition, not a weekend poker game. Running a company isn’t a sprint.”

“That’s where you come in, Xiao Yuan,” Song Yazhi said, her tone sweet but laced with steely determination. “This isn’t just about me anymore—it’s about you. Lei Jun called out our family. Are you going to let him walk all over us?”

Qin Yuan felt a chill run down his spine at the intensity of her gaze. “So, this is happening,” he murmured, resigned but inwardly amused at his mother’s unyielding resolve. “Fine. I’ll play along.”

“Good,” Song Yazhi said decisively. “Then we’ll show Lei Jun exactly who he’s dealing with.”

While Qin Yuan contemplated the storm he was about to walk into, Song Ziwei continued scrolling through the mountain of online commentary. Articles lauded Renault’s academic pedigree and technological prowess: a graduate of Mizuki University and Caltech with a doctorate, now leading a cutting-edge AI company. His creation, the robot dog Tiedan, was being hailed as revolutionary, its pre-launch orders already reaching tens of thousands.

Comparisons to the drone giant Dajiang Technology weren’t far behind. “Another Dajiang in the making,” one headline declared, raising Renault’s profile even higher.

Meanwhile, Qin Yuan’s own reputation, while growing, was painted in a vastly different light. Many dismissed him as a “lucky guy” who had stumbled into wealth. Others, however, were intrigued by recent revelations about his overseas ventures, acknowledging his apparent business acumen.

“Look at this,” Song Ziwei said, passing her phone to Qin Yuan. “They’ve turned this into a full-blown saga. Your name’s everywhere.”

Qin Yuan skimmed the headlines, his expression unreadable. “It’s just noise,” he said finally, handing the phone back. “What matters is what happens next.”

Song Yazhi nodded, her face a mask of calm confidence. “Exactly. The noise will fade, but the results will speak for themselves. Xiao Yuan, you’ve got this.”

And so, the gauntlet was thrown. Lei Jun’s challenge had not only reignited a fierce rivalry but also set the stage for a high-stakes clash between two scions of power. The business world buzzed with anticipation, and netizens braced themselves for what promised to be an epic showdown.

In the quiet aftermath of the family’s decision, Qin Yuan allowed himself a small, private smile. Lei Jun had no idea what he had just unleashed.