The Billionaire Businesswoman Searches for Her Lost Son: I acquire my mother's billion-dollar enterprise-Chapter 36

Courtyard No. 3 of Tan Palace.

Qin Yuan steered his car smoothly into the garage, his Bugatti humming to a halt with an elegant purr. Together with Song Ziwei, they carefully helped the drunken Caifu out of the vehicle. Her cheeks were tinged with a soft crimson hue, the telltale flush of one too many drinks.

“This little troublemaker…” Song Yazhi sighed as they laid Caifu gently on the plush bed. Despite her words, her maternal instincts kicked in almost immediately. With a frown that couldn’t hide her concern, she hurried toward the kitchen.

“Mom, let Aunt Zhang handle it,” Song Ziwei said, her tone tinged with guilt.

“It’s fine,” Song Yazhi replied, dismissing the suggestion with a wave of her hand. “I’ll make her some sobering soup. You don’t leave these things to others when it comes to family.”

Her quiet determination was both endearing and resolute. She moved with practiced efficiency, while Qin Yuan, seeing that things were under control, excused himself with a faint smile.

“I’ll head upstairs, then.”

The moment their mother disappeared into the kitchen, the previously “drunk” Caifu sat bolt upright in bed. Her hair was tousled, and her pout was all too deliberate.

“Sis!” she exclaimed indignantly, her voice low but dramatic.

“What now?” Song Ziwei asked, her arms crossed, exasperation etched on her face.

“You ruined everything!” Caifu accused, her flushed face becoming redder. “I had the perfect moment planned with my brother, and you tagged along like some uninvited chaperone!”

Song Ziwei’s eyes widened in disbelief, her cheeks blooming with heat. “What nonsense are you spouting now?”

“I’m serious! He’s not our real brother, so why not?” Caifu said, defiance gleaming in her eyes. “Brother is so capable, so perfect. Why shouldn’t I aim high?”

“You…” Song Ziwei was rendered speechless, though her heart thudded uneasily.

“And don’t even try denying it,” Caifu continued with a sly smirk. “I know you’ve got a soft spot for him too!”

“Don’t be ridiculous!” Song Ziwei retorted, her voice unsteady. She turned sharply, as if to escape her sister’s piercing gaze, but her blushing face betrayed her.

“You’re so easy to read,” Caifu teased, her tone light yet cutting. “Remember, sister, I’m your twin. I know what’s going on in that mind of yours.”

Song Ziwei rolled her eyes and marched out, unwilling to let her sister get the last word. Behind her, Caifu flopped back onto the bed with a mischievous grin, her thoughts spinning.

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The next few days passed uneventfully, but tension began to brew in the background.

On the morning of November 26th, Qin Yuan casually confessed to his mother over breakfast.

“Mom, by the way, the owner of Courtyard No. 1… That’s me.”

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Song Yazhi froze mid-sip, her elegant composure momentarily shattered.

“What?” she stammered, her mind racing back to all the times she had criticized the “flashy” and “ostentatious” owner of that mansion. “That was you?”

Her expression was a mixture of shock and pride, the kind only a mother could feel. In the next breath, she broke into a radiant smile, her earlier judgments evaporating. “Young people should be bold! Who cares if it’s ostentatious? My Xiao Yuan has done me proud!”

Qin Yuan laughed, amused at her quick change of heart.

But the real surprise came from Caifu. Her eyes were as round as saucers as she exclaimed, “Brother, you’re so rich! You even bought Courtyard No. 2!”

Qin Yuan nodded. “I plan to merge the three courtyards together. It’ll be more comfortable that way.”

Song Yazhi hesitated for a moment, clearly torn between practicality and indulgence. But in the end, she smiled. “Alright, let’s do it. If it’s for the family, it’s worth it.”

However, the lighthearted atmosphere didn’t last long.

Around noon, Song Yazhi’s phone rang. The moment she answered, her expression darkened. Similarly, Song Ziwei and Caifu, who had also received urgent calls, exchanged alarmed looks.

“Xiao Yuan,” Song Yazhi said, her tone calm despite the storm brewing in her eyes, “there’s something I need to handle at the company. Don’t wait up for me.”

Without further explanation, she and her daughters hurried out, leaving Qin Yuan to piece together the situation.

He didn’t need to guess for long.

The Sumitomo Group’s hostile acquisition of Gezhi had been leaked to the media. What’s more, they had implicated the Azure Foundation in their smear campaign, painting a picture of global financial warfare.

The news exploded like wildfire.

Online forums buzzed with incredulous voices.

“Gezhi Group is being acquired? Impossible!”

“This is real. The Sumitomo Group is a top-tier financial giant. They could buy out half of Asia if they wanted to.”

“Who or what is this Azure Foundation? Sounds like a big deal.”

Even within the walls of Gezhi Group’s headquarters, tension was palpable. Employees whispered in hushed tones, their faces clouded with worry.

“The Sumitomo Group has already acquired a 50% premium on shares from Bank of China Real Estate,” one senior executive murmured. “This is bad. Really bad.”

“Do you think the chairman can hold them off?” someone else asked, their voice tinged with doubt.

The Iron Lady’s era of dominance seemed to be teetering on the edge.

But in the shadows of the chaos, Qin Yuan sat quietly, his sharp gaze fixed on the horizon. This was his family. And no one—no matter how powerful—was going to take it away from him.