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

Ichiro Tanabe knelt, his forehead pressed to the floor, his posture one of absolute humility. His figure, trembling like an old dog in the face of its master, shocked everyone in the room.

The executives from Daikin Corporation stood frozen, their faces a mixture of crimson humiliation and utter disbelief. Their once-proud leader now groveling like this? It was an unthinkable sight, a stark betrayal of their expectations.

Meanwhile, on the Gezhi side, Song Yazhi and her team of senior executives were equally dumbfounded, their expressions oscillating between confusion and amazement.

“Mr. Tanabe, there’s no need for such actions. Please, stand up,” Song Yazhi urged, her well-bred composure faltering at the surreal turn of events. Though a formidable businesswoman, she was unaccustomed to such displays, and a flicker of discomfort crossed her face.

“Ms. Song, it is my honor—no, my privilege—to cooperate with you!” Tanabe’s voice shook as he discarded his earlier arrogance, replacing it with pious reverence.

“Mr. Tanabe, are you truly willing to accept only 20% of the profits? Are you ready to sign the cooperation agreement with Gezhi?” Song Ziwei, her voice unsteady, stepped in to clarify.

“Certainly!” Tanabe exclaimed with fervor, his nods rapid and emphatic.

Moments later, under the incredulous gazes of all present, Ichiro Tanabe and Song Yazhi signed a 10-billion-yuan contract. The remarkably generous concessions from Daikin Corporation made the event feel like a fever dream to everyone involved.

“Ms. Song, please accept my deepest respect and highest blessings,” Tanabe said before standing and, with a bowed head, retreating from the room alongside his equally stunned delegation.

A collective gasp filled the space.

“Is this real?” an executive, Yang, blurted out, his voice tinged with disbelief. “Did we… just sign the deal?”

Another director, still pale from the shock, suddenly erupted with excitement. “This is fantastic news! Contact the press immediately—announce it to the world!”

Song Yazhi remained rooted to her spot, her sharp mind struggling to piece together what had transpired. Though she had closed countless deals over her career, none had unfolded like this.

Her gaze swept the room and landed on her son. The faint smile on Qin Yuan’s face and the calmness in his eyes hinted at a depth she couldn’t yet fathom.

“Could it be Xiao Yuan…? But how?” Song Yazhi murmured to herself, her instincts tingling with curiosity.

Song Ziwei shared her mother’s sentiment, though her analytical nature dissected the moment further. She had seen it—the fleeting eye contact between Qin Yuan and Tanabe when her brother entered the room. In an instant, the stubborn and overbearing chairman of Daikin had crumbled, groveling as though his life depended on it.

What power does he hold? Song Ziwei thought, her sharp eyes studying her brother as if trying to decipher a secret code.

For his part, Qin Yuan remained composed. “That old man knows when to back down,” he mused inwardly, though he hadn’t anticipated such an extreme reaction.

In truth, Ichiro Tanabe’s capitulation was rooted in a memory from five years prior. Qin Yuan had orchestrated a brutal financial battle against the Sanling Consortium in the Southeast Asian stock market, costing them hundreds of billions. The aftermath had compelled Kazuo Takeo, the head of Sanling, to extend a personal apology to Qin Yuan during an exclusive dinner. Among the select attendees that night had been none other than Ichiro Tanabe. Recognizing Qin Yuan today, Tanabe had realized his peril instantly.

Smart move, Qin Yuan thought. If he hadn’t acted quickly, I would’ve turned him into a scapegoat by morning.

But Qin Yuan had no desire to claim credit. He preferred to keep a low profile. Turning to his mother, he smiled warmly. “Mom, congratulations.”

“Ah…” Song Yazhi blinked, shaken from her thoughts. A radiant smile spread across her face as she processed the victory. In her heart, she felt an undeniable truth—her son was a bringer of fortune.

Barely half a month since their reunion, Qin Yuan had already turned her world around. First, Lei Jun admitted defeat in a one-billion-yuan wager. Now, this 10-billion-yuan deal had practically fallen into her lap. It felt almost miraculous.

Standing tall, Song Yazhi addressed the room. “The cooperation with Daikin is officially launched,” she declared. “Now, I want to introduce someone very special.”

She stepped closer to Qin Yuan, her pride evident. “This is my son, Qin Yuan.”

The directors exchanged knowing glances. Some smiled warmly, while others calculated the implications of this revelation. It was no secret that Song Yazhi’s eventual successor would need their favor.

“Xiao Qin, I’ve known your mother for decades. Call me Uncle Wang,” one director said with a hearty laugh. “What a remarkable young man!”

“Mr. Qin, your reputation precedes you,” another chimed in. “A true heir to the Iron Lady’s legacy.”

Qin Yuan greeted them all with polite smiles and firm handshakes, his mind cataloging each personality and intention. Behind his calm exterior, he was already forming strategies.

Later that day, a convoy of luxury cars departed the IFC building, heading for Hongqiao International Airport. Onboard one of the planes bound for Sakurajima was a visibly shaken Ichiro Tanabe. Reclining in his seat, he clutched his chest and swallowed a pill to steady his erratic heartbeat.

“President, why did we…” one of his aides ventured hesitantly, only to be silenced by a sharp slap.

“Shut up!” Tanabe barked, his voice trembling. Closing his eyes, he muttered, “It’s fine… Everything is fine now.”

The Iron Lady of Huaxia, it turned out, was the mother of a man who could bring empires to their knees. Tanabe considered himself fortunate to have escaped unscathed.

“From now on,” he resolved, “I will personally oversee our cooperation with Gezhi Group. They must be completely satisfied.”

Back at Gezhi Group’s headquarters, Qin Yuan followed his mother into her office. The sun dipped low on the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and gold.

“Mom, do you still have plans to enter the mobile phone industry?” he asked, his tone casual yet pointed.

Song Yazhi’s head snapped up, her expression a mix of surprise and curiosity. “Xiao Yuan, you mean…?”

Qin Yuan’s smile widened. “Restart the Gezhi mobile phone plan. This time, your son will be by your side.”