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

Song Yazhi ended the call with a faint smile softening her once cold, commanding expression. Her gaze turned tender as it settled on Qin Yuan, and she stepped closer with a look of maternal longing. “Are you busy today?” she asked, her voice filled with an eagerness she could barely contain.

“Not busy,” Qin Yuan replied calmly, though his mind churned beneath the surface.

“Then let’s… find a place to sit and talk?” Song Yazhi said, her tone both urgent and hopeful.

“Alright,” he nodded, glancing briefly at the emotions flickering across her face.

“Mom, I know a teahouse nearby,” Song Ziwei offered, her voice as refined and serene as a melody played on a guqin.

“Perfect,” Song Yazhi agreed immediately, her gaze returning to Qin Yuan, overflowing with love. “Xiao Yuan, there’s so much I want to say to you. So many things I’ve been waiting thirty years to tell you.”

“Me too,” Qin Yuan responded, though a part of him felt weighed down by a heavy, unspoken truth.

The timing could not have been worse. They had only just reunited, and already, a storm brewed in the background—one he could neither ignore nor easily explain. The foundation bearing his name was actively planning the acquisition of Gezhi Group, the very empire his mother had painstakingly built. The cruel irony of it gnawed at him.

Gezhi Group was thriving; it wasn’t a struggling enterprise ripe for a rescue but a strong, stable company targeted by opportunistic forces. Forces he himself had cultivated. As the founder of the Blue Foundation, he had built its ethos of relentless pursuit and predatory acumen. His teams had been trained to exploit even the smallest advantage, their strategies as precise and unyielding as a hunter’s spear.

And now they had set their sights on his mother’s company.

Qin Yuan clenched his jaw, his thoughts a tangled mess. Could he stop them? Should he? Halting the acquisition would not only undermine the foundation’s hard-earned reputation but also sow discord among its ranks. For a man like him, whose influence stretched across continents, such a breach of principle was unthinkable. Yet how could he bear to harm his mother, the woman who had endured decades of suffering to finally find him?

His mother and sisters waited by his side as they stepped out of the police station and onto the bustling street. A convoy of luxury cars awaited them: a sleek Maybach S800 in the lead, followed by a Bentley Mulsanne and a Lamborghini SUV glistening in a brilliant shade of blue. The spectacle might have left ordinary onlookers starstruck, but Qin Yuan barely batted an eye.

Song Yazhi, still absorbed in the euphoria of their reunion, didn’t seem to notice his indifference, but Song Ziwei’s sharp eyes caught everything. Her expression remained composed, but inwardly, she was puzzled. A reaction like Qin Yuan’s—a total lack of surprise or excitement—was unexpected. Most would have been stunned or overwhelmed, but Qin Yuan’s demeanor suggested he was neither awed nor fazed.

This dissonance gnawed at her curiosity. From what she had learned, Qin Yuan had grown up under difficult circumstances, first with abusive adoptive parents abroad and later as a modest office worker in Ninghai. To suddenly discover that his biological mother was a billionaire should have been enough to shatter his composure. Yet his calm reaction raised more questions than answers.

Her analytical mind raced. Was this quiet confidence a façade? Or was there more to Qin Yuan than met the eye? Her protective instincts flared. She had spent years watching over her mother and the company, ensuring no harm came to them. And now, with her long-lost brother suddenly reappearing, she couldn’t shake the nagging suspicion that his arrival might disrupt their hard-earned equilibrium.

Meanwhile, Qin Yuan entered the Bentley Mulsanne with Song Yazhi, while Song Ziwei and Song Caifu followed in the Lamborghini. The convoy soon arrived at Youshan, an exclusive teahouse nestled in the heart of Ninghai. Its understated elegance and tranquil atmosphere made it a haven for the city’s elite, a perfect setting for their reunion.

Settling into a private VIP room, Song Yazhi’s face glowed with joy as she turned to Qin Yuan. “Xiao Yuan, tell me everything. I want to know how you’ve been, all these years we’ve been apart.”

Qin Yuan took a sip of the fragrant tea, his gaze thoughtful as he began to recount his life. His words were careful, revealing only fragments of his experiences while omitting the more sensational details of his business empire. He spoke briefly about his childhood, his struggles, and the modest life he had carved out for himself in Ninghai.

“So, you’ve been working at a company here and haven’t married yet?” Song Yazhi murmured, her voice tinged with sadness. Her son’s story—so ordinary, so unremarkable—pierced her heart. She had envisioned a different life for him: one filled with privilege, opportunity, and love.

Her grief deepened as she thought of the suffering he must have endured. The abuse at the hands of his adoptive parents, the lack of guidance and support—these were the ghosts that haunted her. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she reached out to hold him close. “Xiao Yuan, I’ve failed you. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s in the past now,” Qin Yuan said gently, though his own voice wavered. “What matters is that we’re together again.”

Song Ziwei and Song Caifu, watching silently, were equally moved. They hadn’t known the full extent of Qin Yuan’s hardships until now, and the realization left them shaken.

“Mom, the past is behind us,” Song Ziwei said softly, her usual composure giving way to emotion. “From now on, we’ll all be together, as a family.”

“Brother, I promise I’ll take good care of you!” Song Caifu added earnestly, her eyes red with tears.

Their words brought a bittersweet smile to Song Yazhi’s face. She wiped her tears and began to recount her own story, the tragedy that had torn their family apart thirty years ago.

“That year, your father and I were on a business trip when we were attacked by bandits. He gave his life to save me, and I was gravely injured. When I finally woke from a six-month coma, you were gone. Someone had stolen you from the hospital. I searched for you endlessly, but the trail had gone cold.”

Her voice trembled with grief as she continued. “I wanted to give up so many times, but I couldn’t. I founded the Gezhi Group and poured all my strength into building a future, all while searching for you. And now… you’re here.”

Qin Yuan listened in silence, his chest tight with emotion. The pain she had endured was unimaginable, yet she had persevered, creating an empire while carrying the weight of her loss.

By the time they finished talking, Song Yazhi’s heart felt lighter, her inner demons quieted at last. She looked at her son with pride, finding solace in the man he had become. His quiet strength, his refined demeanor—everything about him filled her with reassurance and joy.

As they left the teahouse, news of their reunion broke across the internet. Headlines screamed the story of the richest woman in Ninghai finding her long-lost son, and social media buzzed with envy and fascination. Comment sections were flooded with exclamations:

“This is like a novel come to life!”

“He was just a regular guy, and now he’s heir to a billion-dollar empire!”

“Life’s not fair, but wow, what a story!”

Unbeknownst to the family, their private joy had already become a public sensation. And as Qin Yuan followed his mother back to the luxurious Tan Palace residence, his mind remained a battlefield of emotions. He had found his mother, yes, but at what cost to the world he had built?

For now, he pushed those thoughts aside. As they approached the towering gates of Courtyard No. 3, he couldn’t help but glance toward the mysterious Courtyard No. 1 that Song Ziwei had mentioned. His mother’s world was vast, but it seemed his own secrets were no less formidable.