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

Qin Yuan stood there, his face calm but his eyes glimmering with the faintest trace of amusement. The reporters, armed with microphones and cameras, surged toward him like a tidal wave, their shouts overlapping in a chaotic symphony of questions and demands.

“Mr. Qin! What are your plans now that you’ve become the son of Ninghai’s richest woman?”

“Qin Yuan, do you think you’ll inherit Gezhi Group?”

“Do you plan to leave your job at Mingmao Technology?”

“How does it feel to rise to fame overnight?”

But the loudest and most piercing question came from Xiao Yueru, the star reporter of Xunteng , her microphone nearly grazing his chin:

“Qin Yuan, do you feel like a son basking in the glory of his mother’s success?”

The sheer absurdity of the question made Qin Yuan smirk. He tilted his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over the sea of eager faces. For a moment, he said nothing, letting the air thrum with anticipation.

Finally, he broke the silence, his tone light but carrying a sharp undertone:

“Interesting question. Tell me, if you had a mother who worked tirelessly for decades, building an empire while never giving up on finding you, would you call it ‘basking in her glory’ or ‘being lucky enough to be her son’?”

The crowd fell momentarily silent, caught off guard by the weight of his words.

Xiao Yueru blinked, her professional poise faltering for a moment. But she quickly recovered, leaning closer. “Then how would you describe it, Mr. Qin? This sudden change in your life—what does it feel like?”

Qin Yuan’s smile deepened, but there was an edge to it now. He exhaled softly, as if considering how much to reveal.

“It feels…” he began, his voice lowering slightly, “…like finding something priceless that was missing for thirty years. It feels like coming home.”

The reporters froze, their pens hovering over notepads, their cameras catching every nuance of his expression. The weight of his sincerity hung in the air like an unspoken truth.

“But let me clarify something,” Qin Yuan added, his tone shifting to something sharper, more deliberate. “My mother is not just the richest woman in Ninghai. She’s a fighter, a builder, someone who created opportunities for thousands of people. If anything, I’m honored to call her my mother. Her success is hers, and I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure I live up to the privilege of being her son.”

His words rippled through the crowd, silencing even the most persistent reporters.

“Mr. Qin! Does that mean you’ll take over Gezhi Group in the future?” a male reporter called out, breaking the stunned silence.

Qin Yuan chuckled lightly, shaking his head. “That’s a question for my mother, not me. Right now, I’m just trying to finish my workday like everyone else.”

The reporters erupted into laughter, a wave of lightheartedness breaking the tension.

“One last question, Mr. Qin!” Xiao Yueru pressed forward again. “What do you think about the online gossip calling you an ‘expert in reincarnation,’ someone who’s risen to unimaginable heights because of your family ties?”

Qin Yuan’s gaze sharpened, his smile fading into something cooler, more commanding. He took a step closer to her, his tall frame casting a shadow over the petite reporter.

“Do you believe everything you read online?” he asked, his voice low and even, carrying a quiet power that sent a shiver through the crowd.

Xiao Yueru swallowed, her confidence visibly wavering. “No… but public opinion is hard to ignore.”

Qin Yuan tilted his head, the corner of his mouth curving into a faint smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Then let me give the public something real to think about. Success isn’t a gift you’re handed—it’s something you build, brick by brick, through hard work and sacrifice. My mother taught me that. And as for me…” He paused, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, “…you’ll see soon enough.”

The reporters exchanged quick, excited glances, their pens scribbling furiously, their cameras snapping away. Qin Yuan’s statement was both a promise and a challenge—a tantalizing hint that there was far more to him than the son of a wealthy woman.

With a curt nod, Qin Yuan turned and walked back toward the office building, his steps steady and unhurried. Behind him, the reporters buzzed like bees, already crafting their headlines.

Inside the building, the atmosphere was electric. His colleagues had gathered near the windows, watching the spectacle below with wide eyes. When Qin Yuan entered, they scattered like leaves, their whispers following him.

“Did you see that? He handled those reporters like a pro!”

“He’s not just lucky—he’s… something else entirely.”

“I wonder what he meant by ‘you’ll see soon enough.’ What’s he planning?”

Qin Yuan returned to his desk, ignoring the stares and murmurs. He leaned back in his chair, staring out the window as the city stretched out before him.

There was a storm brewing in the business world, shadows circling around Gezhi Group, and his mother caught in the crosshairs. But if those sharks thought they could take advantage of her, they were in for a rude awakening.

Qin Yuan had played the role of the ordinary man long enough. It was time to remind the world who he truly was.

The uncrowned king was ready to reclaim his throne.