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

The hum of tension lingered in the room as Qin Yuan scrolled through his phone, the evening’s revelations already weighing heavily on his mind. The digital storm swirling around his name had escalated into a maelstrom, but it was nothing compared to the far more pressing storm brewing behind the scenes.

“Ha ha!” The mocking laughter of an online commenter replayed in his mind as he reviewed some of the threads exploding across social media. The backlash was swift and biting, with netizens ripping apart the claims made by a user who had attempted to defend him.

“This OP is so arrogant! Daring to compare this Qin Yuan to Brother Sicong? Watch out—Sicong could make you famous with a single small target!”

“Qin Yuan, a first-generation entrepreneur? Don’t make me laugh! Just a poor guy lucky enough to get recognized by a rich mom. Let’s not glorify it.”

“Whitewashing him with all this ‘entrepreneur’ nonsense is ridiculous. He’s a classic case of being born under the right star.”

The online chatter churned relentlessly. However, the netizen behind the original claims, known only by their pseudonym God’s Eye, refused to back down. Seated at his desk in a dimly lit London apartment, the self-proclaimed hacker’s fingers flew across his keyboard as he sought to uncover evidence to silence the doubters.

“You mock me?” he muttered, his voice low with determination. “You have no idea who Qin Yuan really is.”

He posted again, flooding the thread with data and connections: “Many of you scoff, but let me educate you. The Azure Foundation—a financial behemoth feared across the global markets—is the creation of one man, known only as Mr. Qin. Over the past decade, he’s orchestrated financial coups across continents, amassing unimaginable wealth. And do you know what? A year ago, Mr. Qin vanished from the international stage. Guess who resurfaced in Ninghai just as he disappeared? Qin Yuan.”

More details followed: speculations about digital currency windfalls, market dominations in Europe and Asia, and strategic retreats from Wall Street just before collapses. God’s Eye’s revelations were compelling, yet disbelief still reigned.

“This is insane. A 30-year-old with that kind of influence? Impossible,” one user scoffed.

“Stop watching so many movies, bro,” another mocked.

Frustrated, God’s Eye fired off another round of posts, swearing by his research. But before his campaign could gain traction, something unexpected happened. His posts vanished. His permissions were frozen. And then came the knock on his door.

Ten minutes later, a pale and trembling God’s Eye sat in stunned silence, clutching a $20,000 check. The words of the man who had delivered it rang chillingly in his ears.

“Mr. Yang,” the man in black had said, his tone cold yet respectful. “It’s good you’ve chosen discretion. My master prefers his affairs remain unspoken. Remember this: my master is the king.”

Back in China, inside the Song family villa, Song Yazhi was visibly upset. The news had stirred mixed reactions online, and while she tried to brush it off, her maternal instincts couldn’t hide her concern. “Xiao Yuan, don’t take those comments to heart,” she said, her voice laced with both anger and tenderness.

“It’s fine,” Qin Yuan said, smiling faintly. His tone was calm, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of deeper thoughts.

Song Caifu, scrolling furiously through her phone, looked up with indignation. “Brother, some of these netizens are horrible! They’re saying terrible things about you! Some even claim you’re a fake and not really Mom’s son!”

“And look at this,” she added, her voice rising with frustration. “They’re speculating about a fight for the family fortune, turning it into some inheritance drama!”

“I didn’t expect this much noise,” Song Yazhi admitted, sighing.

“Mom,” Song Ziwei said cautiously, her analytical tone cutting through the chaos. “This will have ripple effects. Gezhi’s stock price might dip when the market opens tomorrow.”

“What?” Song Caifu gasped.

“It’s likely,” Ziwei continued. “In the corporate world, personal matters aren’t private. With Gezhi being a family-controlled enterprise, the directors and shareholders are bound to have concerns. Recognizing a son, even a biological one, introduces new variables they can’t ignore.”

Qin Yuan listened quietly, his expression unreadable.

“It doesn’t matter what they think,” Song Yazhi declared, her voice steely with resolve. “Xiao Yuan is my son. My family is my business, and no one—not shareholders or directors—will dictate how I live my life. If I want Xiao Yuan to run Gezhi, that’s exactly what will happen.”

Qin Yuan felt his chest tighten at her words. He admired her strength, but her statement only added to his growing unease. He hadn’t even begun to untangle the mess that awaited him: his foundation’s covert plan to acquire Gezhi. The irony was suffocating.

Should he reveal the truth? Admit that the unseen force circling her company wasn’t some outside entity but his own creation? He had amassed wealth beyond imagination—trillions, not billions—and yet he hesitated, unsure how to explain the labyrinthine life he had built.

Before he could decide, his phone buzzed. Stepping into the garden for privacy, he answered the call, his tone immediately sharp. “I thought I told you not to call unless it was urgent.”

“BOSS,” his secretary’s voice wavered, the urgency clear. “There’s an update from headquarters. A new player has entered the field, and they’re eyeing Gezhi.”

Qin Yuan’s grip on the phone tightened. “Who?”

“We’re still confirming, but early indications point to either the Middle Eastern syndicates, Morgan Financial Group, or Sumitomo Financial Group from Sakurajima. It’s serious.”

Qin Yuan’s eyes darkened, a sharp glint of resolve cutting through his usual calm. His voice dropped to a chilling whisper. “Understood. Prepare to counter. I’ll handle the rest.”

Ending the call, he stood in the garden, the weight of converging storms pressing down on him. Forces from abroad were closing in on his mother’s empire, and his own foundation was poised to strike. Somewhere in this chaos, he had to find a way to protect his family without revealing the full extent of his shadowy empire.

The stage was set, and Qin Yuan, the uncrowned king of the financial world, was ready for the showdown.