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

The twin sisters were like two facets of a rare gem, each breathtakingly unique yet bound by a shared brilliance.

Song Ziwei, the elder, stood poised with the icy grace of a snowbound peak. Her short, raven-black hair framed a porcelain face, and her dark eyes mirrored a crystalline lake, serene yet unfathomable. Every gesture she made exuded an air of nobility, cold yet commanding.

Beside her, Song Caifu radiated warmth, her beauty soft and inviting like the rolling hills of Jiangnan in spring. Her cascading black hair caught the light like silk, and her lively features carried a stubborn charm—a reminder of her fiery northern heritage.

They were Song Yazhi’s beloved adopted daughters, her pride and joy, though their shared elegance often made them seem more like princesses descended from the same imperial lineage.

But now, seeing their mother weeping uncontrollably, their flawless composure cracked. Concern etched itself into their features as they rushed to her side.

“Mom! What’s wrong?”

Through tears, Song Yazhi looked at her daughters, her heart heavy with a mix of gratitude and guilt. Taking a trembling breath, she whispered, “I’ve found him.”

Boom!

The revelation struck like a thunderclap.

For a moment, both sisters froze, their minds struggling to grasp the significance of her words. Then, as realization dawned, their eyes widened in disbelief.

“Mother, you mean…?” Song Ziwei’s voice faltered, her usual calm betraying a flicker of hesitation.

“Yes,” Song Yazhi confirmed, her tears flowing anew. “After thirty years, I’ve finally found my son—your brother.”

Joy and confusion warred within their hearts. The news was monumental: a piece of their mother’s long-fractured heart had been restored. But beneath the surface of their happiness lay uncertainty, a shadow that neither sister dared voice.

As children, they had been wrapped in the warmth of Song Yazhi’s love, never made to feel like outsiders despite their adopted status. But they had also borne witness to the silent ache she carried—the void left by her missing child.

Occasionally, their mother would tease them, saying with a wistful smile, “If I ever find my son, I hope one of you will marry him. Then my family will truly be whole.”

The sisters had always laughed it off as a joke, but now…

Song Ziwei bit her lower lip, her mind reeling. Does Mother mean it? Will she expect us to compete for his affection?

Meanwhile, Song Caifu’s thoughts raced in a different direction. Wait… If he’s really our brother… should I call him ‘brother’ or… ‘husband’ someday?

The moon hung low in the sky, its silver glow dappling the surface of the private swimming pool in Qin Yuan’s villa. Reclining in the warm water, Qin Yuan stared at the night sky, savoring the rare tranquility.

Then his phone rang.

“Bang!”

Moments later, the device slipped from his grasp, plunging into the pool with a splash.

Qin Yuan remained motionless, his face frozen in shock. The words he had just heard echoed in his mind, their weight sinking deeper than the fallen phone.

“They’ve found your biological mother.”

For years, the search for his origins had been fruitless. Time and again, he had faced dead ends until, disillusioned, he had abandoned the quest altogether. He told himself he didn’t need roots; wealth would sustain him, even in solitude.

But tonight, everything changed. The voice on the phone had spoken with certainty, presenting irrefutable evidence: a DNA match and a name.

“Song Yazhi…” he murmured, his voice trembling. The richest woman in Ninghai, a figure of awe and admiration, was his mother.

Qin Yuan arrived early at the government office, his heart pounding with a mixture of anticipation and dread. A staff member from the Household Registration Section greeted him warmly.

“You must be Mr. Qin Yuan! Ms. Song is already here, waiting for you,” they said with a knowing smile. “And, if I may say so, you two bear a striking resemblance. I think this will work out beautifully.”

Qin Yuan’s lips twitched into a polite smile, though inwardly, his nerves were fraying.

“Mr. Qin,” the staff member continued, leaning in conspiratorially, “if this is true, your life will never be the same again.”

“What do you mean?” Qin Yuan asked, his brow furrowing.

“Well,” the staff member replied, eyes sparkling with envy, “Ms. Song isn’t just anyone. She’s the richest woman in Ninghai! Her fortune is legendary.”

Qin Yuan blinked, momentarily stunned.

“How much is she worth?” he asked, his voice casual, though his mind churned with questions.

The staff member chuckled. “Who knows? Tens of billions, at least. Some say more.”

The richest woman in Ninghai… my mother? Qin Yuan thought, his emotions swirling like a storm.

Drawing a deep breath, he pushed open the door to the meeting room.

Outside the office building, a middle-aged man in a clerk’s uniform paced nervously. Glancing around, he slipped into the restroom and dialed a number.

“Mr. Xiao, I’ve got a scoop,” he whispered. “It’s big. Two hundred thousand, and it’s yours.”

“Two hundred thousand?” A sharp, skeptical voice responded on the other end.

“This is worth every yuan,” the man insisted. “The richest woman in Ninghai has just found her long-lost son after thirty years!”

The line fell silent for a moment before the voice returned, now tinged with urgency.

“Which richest woman?”

“Song Yazhi,” the man confirmed, a triumphant smirk on his face.

Xiao Yueru, a seasoned reporter for Xunteng , felt her heart race.

This is a goldmine, she thought, already envisioning the headlines.

“An ordinary man thrust into the lap of luxury!”

“The billionaire’s son returns: A real-life Cinderella story!”

“Will the adopted daughters clash with the prodigal son for the family fortune?”

The possibilities were endless, and Xiao Yueru wasn’t about to miss her chance to break the story of the decade.

With her team in tow, she raced to the scene, her mind buzzing with anticipation.