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

The evening painted the cityscape with hues of crimson and indigo, a soft breeze whispering through the alleys as if carrying secrets yet untold. Qin Yuan, resolute as ever, strode purposefully to the company leader’s office and placed his resignation report on the desk, the paper rustling faintly like a prelude to change.

Moments later, he returned to his workspace, his demeanor untroubled, and bade farewell to his colleagues with the calm finality of a departing voyager.

“Brother Qin, are you leaving just like that?” Zhou Hai’s voice held a note of sorrow, his gaze reflecting reluctant acceptance.

“Indeed,” Qin Yuan replied, his tone light but edged with inevitability. “Given the chatter sweeping through the city, it’s no longer convenient for me to stay here.”

His eyes lingered on Zhou Hai, a young man with a spark of ambition dimmed by circumstance. Though confined to the role of a clerk, Zhou Hai possessed a latent brilliance—an ember waiting for the right gust to ignite it. Qin Yuan’s lips curved slightly, an idea flickering to life.

“Xiao Zhou, haven’t you always wanted to start a business?”

The question lit Zhou Hai’s face like a dawn breaking through fog. Before he could respond, Qin Yuan continued, his voice as steady as the foundation of a promise. “Prepare a business plan. Show it to me. If it’s sound, I’ll help you turn it into reality.”

The words landed like a thunderclap. Zhou Hai’s excitement burst forth, his nods fervent, his exclamation filled with boundless gratitude. “Brother Qin, you’re the best!”

A ripple of envy passed through their colleagues, their admiration mingling with wistful regret. While Zhou Hai had earned this rare chance, the others could only marvel from the sidelines, their farewells tinged with a sense of missed opportunity.

Half an hour later, Qin Yuan settled into the plush interior of a Bentley Mulsanne, his mother, Song Yazhi, at the wheel, her elegance as timeless as the dusk.

“Mom, I feel bad troubling you to pick me up,” he admitted, his embarrassment softened by a wry smile.

“Silly boy,” Song Yazhi replied, her tone affectionate yet amused. “Didn’t we plan to have dinner together? Besides, this was on my way.” Her gaze lingered on him, contemplative, as though seeing her son anew.

“What is it, Mom?” Qin Yuan shifted uneasily under her scrutiny.

“Xiao Yuan, is there something you’re hiding from me?” she asked directly, her words brimming with concern. “Those gifts you gave the girls… they weren’t ordinary trinkets. Tens of millions of dollars worth? What’s going on with you?”

Qin Yuan sighed, realizing that the truth could no longer remain veiled.

“You’ve found out, haven’t you?” he said, his tone resigned yet tinged with amusement as he glanced at his mother and his sister, Song Ziwei, who occupied the passenger seat.

Song Ziwei turned to him, her expression conflicted. “The gift is too extravagant,” she said, holding out the nine-eyed dzi bead necklace as if it were a treasure too precious to keep. “Take it back.”

“No way,” Qin Yuan said quickly. “A gift given cannot be reclaimed. If you insist, I’ll return the razor you gave me.”

“That’s not the same!” she retorted, her lips trembling with frustration. “My razor is nothing compared to your necklace.”

“So what?” Qin Yuan replied, his tone warm yet firm. “As a brother, isn’t it natural to gift something meaningful to my sister?”

Song Ziwei opened her mouth to argue but fell silent when their mother intervened.

“Ziwei, just accept it. Your brother’s gesture is sincere,” Song Yazhi said, her voice soft yet commanding. Then she turned to Qin Yuan, her expression shifting to one of maternal worry.

“Xiao Yuan, promise me you’re not involved in anything illegal. If you’re in trouble, tell me. I’ll do whatever I can to help.”

The genuine concern in her voice tugged at Qin Yuan’s heartstrings. Yet, the words he needed to say caught in his throat. How could he explain the Azure Foundation in a way that wouldn’t overwhelm her?

“Don’t worry, Mom,” he finally said, his tone steady. “I’ve done nothing unlawful. Believe me, your son is doing just fine.”

“Fine?” Song Yazhi’s brows furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean?”

Qin Yuan smiled faintly, his confidence unwavering. “Mom, I’ve got a few companies abroad that are doing well. I leave the management to professionals and collect the profits. The job here was just a way to pass the time.”

His words left his mother speechless, and even Song Ziwei, who had been silent, stared at him in disbelief.

“But the pocket money you gave me this morning—two million—it was overwhelming. No one’s ever given me pocket money before.”

“Silly child,” Song Yazhi said, her voice breaking with emotion. “Two million is nothing compared to what I owe you.”

Tears welled in her eyes, but they sparkled with joy and pride. In her heart, she marveled at the realization: her son had surpassed all her expectations, achieving more than she could have imagined.

“What kind of companies do you run abroad?” she asked, curiosity replacing her earlier shock. “Is it difficult? Do you need my help?”

Qin Yuan’s face lit up. “Actually, Mom, I was thinking… would you manage them for me? I want to retire.”

“Retire? At your age?” Song Yazhi laughed, shaking her head in disbelief. Then her laughter turned resolute. “If that’s what you want, then leave it to me. I’m not called the Iron Lady for nothing. I’ll ensure your companies thrive!”

Her confidence was unwavering, her posture regal, and Qin Yuan felt a surge of relief and gratitude. “Mom, you’re incredible!” he exclaimed, his heart swelling with admiration.