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

Wang Sicong froze. His breath caught in his throat as his mind raced to process Qin Yuan’s words. The weight of the revelation bore down on him, but pride and disbelief bubbled to the surface.

“Qin Yuan, you’re delusional,” he sneered. “My dad offered you tea? Why don’t you tell me the richest man in the world poured you footbath water while you’re at it?” His tone was sharp, but the smirk on his face failed to mask the unease brewing within.

Qin Yuan’s expression remained serene, his demeanor exuding an air of calm authority.

Five years ago, Wanda had faced a financial storm of catastrophic proportions. Its grand Malaysia City project in Southeast Asia had stalled indefinitely, leaving the company teetering on the edge of collapse. To survive, Wanda urgently needed 16 billion yuan. Despite exhausting his vast network, Wang Lin had managed to scrape together less than a billion. Desperation loomed, and even selling off Wanda Plaza seemed inevitable.

It was then that an intermediary introduced Wang Lin to Qin Yuan at a private tea party. In just thirty minutes, Qin Yuan agreed to lend the 16 billion yuan, no strings attached. The funds saved Wanda, pulling the company back from the brink. In gratitude, Wang Lin hosted a formal banquet, where he personally served tea to the then-25-year-old Qin Yuan.

But to Qin Yuan, it had been just another transaction, a minor footnote in his vast array of ventures. Now, though, faced with Wang Sicong’s arrogance, he decided it was time for a subtle reminder.

“You’ll find out soon enough if I’m delusional,” Qin Yuan said, his voice carrying an almost imperceptible edge.

Pulling out his phone, he navigated to his address book. He tapped on a contact labeled “Lao Wang” and placed the call. He set the phone on speaker and leaned back, exuding an effortless confidence that made Sicong’s stomach churn.

“What are you doing?” Sicong asked, his voice faltering despite his attempt at bravado.

“Calling your dad,” Qin Yuan replied, the faintest smile playing on his lips.

The dial tone rang out, and Wang Sicong’s heart began to race. His palms grew clammy as the tension mounted.

At Wanda’s headquarters, Wang Lin was immersed in a sea of paperwork when his phone rang. Glancing at the screen, he froze. A spark of recognition lit his eyes, and he quickly answered, his voice tinged with deference.

“Hello? Yes, Mr. Qin?”

The familiar voice reverberated through the speaker, and Wang Sicong’s jaw nearly hit the floor.

“Lao Wang, it’s me,” Qin Yuan said casually. “How have you been?”

“Thanks to you, Mr. Qin, I’ve been well,” Wang Lin replied, his tone polite yet tinged with excitement. It was a tone Sicong had never heard his father use before. Respectful, almost reverent.

Qin Yuan chuckled lightly. “Guess what I’m doing right now?”

“Hmm, knowing you, you’re probably closing a billion-dollar deal,” Wang Lin joked, his laughter filled with genuine admiration.

“Not quite,” Qin Yuan replied. “I’m having coffee with your son.”

“My son?” Wang Lin repeated, bewildered. Then realization dawned on him.

The Iron Lady’s son… Song Yazhi’s long-lost child… Qin Yuan.

Wang Lin’s breath hitched. “You… You’re…”

Qin Yuan’s smile widened. “Yes. That’s exactly what you’re thinking. Song Yazhi is my mother.”

The revelation hit Wang Lin like a thunderclap. For years, he had known Qin Yuan as the enigmatic financier behind the Azure Foundation, a man whose influence spanned continents. Now, to learn that Qin Yuan was also the Iron Lady’s son… it was almost too much to process.

“This… This is unbelievable,” Wang Lin stammered. “Mr. Qin, you… you’re truly full of surprises.”

“Calm down, Lao Wang,” Qin Yuan said with an amused chuckle. “By the way, your son is sitting right in front of me. Do you want to say a few words to him?”

There was a pause. Then, in a voice tinged with both exasperation and urgency, Wang Lin barked, “Sicong! Do you have any idea who you’re sitting with? Qin Yuan is the benefactor of our family. You better show some respect!”

Wang Sicong, rendered speechless, handed the phone back to Qin Yuan with trembling hands.

“All right, Lao Wang,” Qin Yuan said lightly. “Let’s catch up another time.” He ended the call with a calm finality, leaving Sicong reeling.

The younger man’s mind raced, his emotions a whirlwind of shock and awe. His father’s tone, his reverence for Qin Yuan… it all painted a picture that was impossible to ignore.

In hushed tones, Sicong murmured, “The Azure series… it’s real.”

The Azure Foundation was a name shrouded in mystery and power. In the financial world, it was spoken of in hushed reverence. Its founder—a shadowy figure—had fueled the growth of countless companies, from tech giants to real estate empires. Those who benefited from his investments had formed an unshakable alliance, a faction known simply as the Azure series.

And now, sitting before him, was the man at the center of it all.

The realization hit Sicong like a tidal wave. His knees buckled, and he knelt before Qin Yuan, his voice trembling as he said, “Mr. Qin, please accept my apologies and my respect.”