The Billionaire Businesswoman Searches for Her Lost Son: I acquire my mother's billion-dollar enterprise-Chapter 25

Qin Yuan felt a tinge of embarrassment ripple through him but quickly masked it with a smile. “You caught me,” he said with a faint chuckle. “I’m the low-key and mysterious owner of Courtyard No. 1 you mentioned.”

Song Ziwei’s bright eyes blinked in surprise, and she shot him a playful glare, her expression a mix of annoyance and amusement. Memories surfaced of the day she had brought Qin Yuan to her home and warned him against offending the elusive owner of Courtyard No. 1. Now, the realization hit her—this man had been keeping the truth hidden all along. The thought that he might have secretly laughed at her that day made her lips press into a pout.

Biting her lip lightly, Song Ziwei cast him a teasing glance. “I see. So you’ve been hiding this from me the whole time. Should I be angry?”

Qin Yuan leaned slightly closer, his tone lighthearted. “I was too embarrassed to reveal it back then. So, Ziwei, you won’t hold this against me, will you?”

She snorted, tossing her head in mock indignation. Without another word, she turned and started jogging ahead, the rhythmic patter of her steps echoing through the serene villa community. Despite her outward nonchalance, her mind buzzed with thoughts.

I’ve underestimated him again, she mused, her thoughts tinged with a newfound respect. Though she had affectionately accepted Qin Yuan as a “brother,” there had always been a sliver of wariness within her. The status of her mother demanded vigilance. Song Ziwei had feared that any familial ties might lead to vulnerability or harm. But now, her doubts began to dissolve.

How could I have worried? she thought, glancing over her shoulder at the man jogging behind her. Qin Yuan’s accomplishments—his company Lingyin, his purchase of Courtyard No. 1—spoke of a man who could stand tall on his own. Her heart softened, and a faint smile played on her lips.

“What else have you been hiding from us?” she called out, her tone playful yet probing.

Qin Yuan chuckled, slowing his pace. “If I told you I’m the richest man in the world, would you believe me?”

She rolled her eyes, her laughter ringing out like a melody. But beneath the humor, she felt a flicker of admiration. There was something undeniably charming about his unflappable confidence.

The pair ran a few more laps around the community, the morning air invigorating them. When they finally stopped, slightly out of breath, Song Ziwei handed Qin Yuan a chilled bottle of water. Her voice softened as she said, “Do you know about our mother’s unfulfilled wish?”

Qin Yuan took a sip, the cool liquid refreshing him. He raised an eyebrow in curiosity. “Is it about the Gezhi Group entering the mobile phone industry?”

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Song Ziwei nodded, her expression serious. “If you get the chance, please try to persuade her. Many on the board are already dissatisfied. Continuing to invest in mobile development might not be wise.”

For a moment, Qin Yuan fell silent. His mother’s determination and tenacity—the traits that had transformed a small appliance workshop into a billion-dollar empire—were both her greatest strength and her potential downfall. He understood her too well. Her unyielding spirit, while admirable, could sometimes blind her to changing tides.

He broke the silence with a faint smile. “Why should I persuade her?” His voice held a quiet confidence as he continued, “Last night, I came across something interesting online. People were saying, ‘Hongmeng cannot fulfill the Iron Lady’s dream.’”

Song Ziwei’s eyes widened slightly, intrigued by his tone.

“But I can,” Qin Yuan declared, his gaze gleaming with conviction. “Lingyin has deep roots in the African mobile phone market. We have top-tier R&D talent, cutting-edge manufacturing capabilities, and well-established distribution networks. If Gezhi and Lingyin join forces, we can dominate the African market together.”

With those words, he turned and strode back to his room, leaving Song Ziwei standing in the garden. Her heart raced as she replayed his declaration. The composure, the ambition, the quiet authority—it was all breathtaking.

This man, she thought, her cheeks warming with an unbidden blush, is truly extraordinary.

Half an hour later, the family gathered for breakfast. Song Yazhi, seated at the head of the table, looked around at her children with a smile that radiated contentment.

“Xiao Yuan,” she said, her tone casual yet curious, “what are your plans for today?”

Qin Yuan set down his chopsticks, a thoughtful expression on his face. “Mom, I’d like to visit the company.”

Song Yazhi’s eyes lit up with delight. For years, she had dreamed of this moment—showing her son the empire she had built with her own hands. Though Qin Yuan had always declined her previous invitations, citing privacy concerns, today felt different.

“Wonderful,” she said warmly. “When we arrive, I’ll make sure to introduce you to everyone.”

“There’s no rush, Mom,” Qin Yuan replied with a gentle smile. “While you handle your business, I’ll have Caifu show me around.”

The mention of her younger daughter brought a twinkle to Song Yazhi’s eye. She glanced at Song Caifu, who immediately perked up.

“Brother, how do I look?” Song Caifu asked, spinning in place to show off her floral dress. The simple outfit, paired with her radiant youth, gave her an ethereal beauty. Qin Yuan’s eyes softened as he took in the sight.

“You look stunning,” he said sincerely.

A delighted giggle escaped her lips. Nearby, Song Ziwei appeared, her sharp, professional attire exuding a different kind of allure. The contrast between the twin sisters struck Qin Yuan anew, leaving him momentarily breathless.

“Xiao Yuan, let’s go,” Song Yazhi called out, descending gracefully from the staircase. Her pride in her son shone through as she linked her arm with his.

The family’s car whisked them away to the headquarters of Gezhi Group. Within half an hour, the towering IFC Building loomed before them, a testament to Song Yazhi’s legacy.

As they entered, whispers spread like wildfire through the company. “The prince is here,” they murmured, the anticipation palpable. All eyes turned toward Qin Yuan, the son who had returned to claim his place in the dynasty.