The Billionaire Businesswoman Searches for Her Lost Son: I acquire my mother's billion-dollar enterprise-Chapter 35

Qin Yuan pondered for a moment, his expression serious yet calm. “In the past, our country and our car companies lacked the technology and resources to venture into F1 racing,” he said, his voice carrying the weight of ambition. “But F1 cannot remain a monopoly of foreign car companies forever. Our nation’s automobile industry is advancing rapidly. We now have the capability to enter Formula One.”

His words hung in the air like an electrifying promise. “One day,” he continued, his gaze distant as if envisioning a future only he could see, “we will proudly have a Chinese presence in Formula One. Our car companies will stand tall, competing shoulder-to-shoulder with the world’s most elite brands. That is my goal.”

The room fell silent, the weight of his conviction pressing down on everyone. Wang Sicong and his companions, faces flushed with admiration, broke into spontaneous applause.

“Brother, you’re so handsome when you talk about these things!” Zhao Xuehan’s cheeks turned a delicate pink, her bright eyes shimmering with admiration. Her boldness shone through as she stretched her long, slender legs beneath the table, the action deliberate.

Qin Yuan cast her a fleeting glance, his calm smile unshaken. If Zhao Xuehan’s coquettish attempts were a gust of wind, then Qin Yuan was the mountain they could never move.

After a hearty meal and rounds of toasts, Wang Sicong led the group to continue their revelry, but Qin Yuan declined their invitation with a polite smile. He preferred the quiet of his home tonight.

By the time he returned to Courtyard No. 3 in Tan Palace, the clock had already struck ten. To his surprise, his mother, Song Yazhi, and sister, Song Ziwei, were both seated in the living room, watching TV—a rare moment of leisure for the usually busy family.

“Mom. Ziwei,” Qin Yuan greeted warmly as he stepped inside.

Song Yazhi looked up from the screen, her expression softening. “How was it?” she asked with genuine curiosity.

“I had dinner with Sicong and a few of his friends,” Qin Yuan replied, his tone casual. He caught the deeper meaning behind her inquiry and added reassuringly, “Don’t worry about me, Mom. I have plenty of friends. I won’t be lonely.”

Song Yazhi’s face relaxed into a smile. “That’s good to hear,” she said, though her maternal instincts compelled her to offer advice. “At your age, connections and relationships are everything in business. I built Gezhi to what it is today because of my loyalty to others and my ability to cultivate genuine friendships.”

“I understand, Mom,” Qin Yuan said, his smile carrying both warmth and respect.

“That’s all I ask,” Song Yazhi said, satisfied. Her gaze shifted to Song Ziwei, who was seated with her phone in hand. “And you, Ziwei girl? What are you working on now?”

“Just discussing some marketing strategies with the directors,” Song Ziwei replied without looking up.

“It’s after work hours. Put it down,” Qin Yuan said with a small chuckle.

“I can manage,” Song Ziwei replied firmly. Her determination was evident in the way her fingers danced across her phone’s screen.

“She’s always been like this,” Song Yazhi said, a hint of pride in her voice. “So much like me when I was her age. A strong woman through and through.”

“Girl, as long as you’re happy and healthy, that’s all that matters,” Song Yazhi said, her tone softening.

“Don’t worry, Mom,” Song Ziwei assured her, a rare smile gracing her lips.

Qin Yuan glanced around. “Where’s Caifu?”

“She went out with friends after the concert,” Song Yazhi said nonchalantly.

“Ah, I see.” Qin Yuan nodded. It was still relatively early, and he trusted Caifu to know her limits. “I’ll take a quick shower and turn in for the night.”

Half an hour later, as he emerged from the bathroom, his phone buzzed on the bedside table. He picked it up, only to hear a familiar yet slurred voice.

“Brother, I’m drunk. Come pick me up,” Song Caifu said, her giggles punctuating the sentence. In the background, he could hear the teasing laughter of her friends. Then, in a voice dripping with playful mischief, Caifu added, “Brother, how about I marry you along with my sister?”

Qin Yuan couldn’t help but laugh, shaking his head. “This girl’s had too much to drink.”

He quickly got the location from one of Caifu’s friends and began preparing to leave. “Mom,” he called out as he stepped into the living room. “Caifu’s drunk. I’m going to pick her up.”

Song Yazhi stood immediately. “Go quickly,” she urged.

“I’ll come with you,” Song Ziwei said, setting her phone aside and grabbing her jacket.

The night air was crisp, the early autumn breeze carrying a hint of coolness. Qin Yuan noticed Song Ziwei shivering slightly as she walked beside him in her thin T-shirt. Without a word, he slipped off his coat and draped it over her shoulders.

“Thank you,” Song Ziwei murmured, her cheeks tinged pink.

“No problem,” Qin Yuan replied with a small smile, his focus already on the road ahead.

They arrived at the KTV shortly after, where they found Caifu singing loudly with a group of friends. Her cheeks were flushed, and her movements slightly unsteady. Despite her intoxicated state, the sight of her enjoying herself with her peers brought a smile to Qin Yuan’s face.

“I’m sorry,” one of her friends apologized. “It’s Xiaoya’s birthday, and Caifu didn’t realize she’d had too much to drink.”

“It’s fine,” Qin Yuan said kindly. “She’s young. It’s understandable.”

With effortless grace, he lifted Caifu into his arms, eliciting a chorus of gasps and giggles from her friends. “Wow, so you’re Caifu’s brother? She talks about you all the time!” one of them exclaimed, her eyes sparkling.

“Yes,” Qin Yuan replied, smiling. “Sorry to trouble you all tonight. I’ll treat everyone to a meal another day.”

“We’ll hold you to that!” the girls chimed, their laughter following him out.

In the underground garage, Song Ziwei opened the car door while Qin Yuan gently placed Caifu in the back seat. As he buckled her seatbelt, Song Ziwei sat beside her, ensuring she was comfortable.

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“This is the first time I’ve seen her like this,” Song Ziwei murmured, shaking her head.

“There’s a first time for everything,” Qin Yuan said with a smile as he settled into the driver’s seat.

As the car hummed to life, Song Caifu, who had been pretending to be asleep, cracked one eye open and whispered to her sister. “Sister,” she said in a voice so soft it was almost inaudible, “why are you here? You’re ruining my date with my brother!”

Song Ziwei froze, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. She turned to Caifu, ready to scold her, but the younger girl had already closed her eyes again, her face the picture of innocence.

Qin Yuan, oblivious to their whispered exchange, focused on the road ahead. But when he glanced in the rearview mirror, he noticed Song Ziwei’s flustered expression. “Everything okay back there?” he asked.

“Yes,” Song Ziwei replied quickly, avoiding his gaze.

Little did Qin Yuan know, behind him, Caifu was silently celebrating. “Perfect,” she thought to herself. “Sister doesn’t stand a chance. He’s mine.”