Chapter 10 Christmas

Day Kishimoto Takashi's suicide and the Tokyo University Hospital's equity acquisition case, Terajima Yuki only heard about it vaguely, although the fuse of all these events was related to her. However, she had no time to care. When Terajima Makoto was buried, Tokyo had its first snow since the beginning of winter. It was just fine snowflakes floating in the sky. Before they fell to the ground, they had already turned into crystal liquid. It was far from the extent of piling up on the ground. Instead, a layer of white frost condensed on the surface of the roof, tombstones, etc.

The cemetery is located in the suburbs of Tokyo. Her mother Terajima Gardenia, also known as Hasegawa Gardenia, is buried here. The new grave is only one step away from the old grave. The pale yellow chrysanthemums lie quietly in front of the tombstone at their feet, shivering in the wind.

This is not a bad thing. At least the mother and son will not feel lonely in the underworld.

Yuki tried to think so.

The burial ceremony was extremely simple, and there was not even one more person to see them off.

Tezuka Kunimitsu received a temporary assignment to go to Hokkaido on business, and he would not be back until at least after the New Year, so she was left alone in this lonely occasion, standing under the gloomy sky, and looking around was bleak and silent.

Hasegawa Shu parked his black Porsche on the side of the road far away. Fine snow fell on the glass in front of the car, melting into crystal water droplets, and then slowly flowed down, floating up a misty fog.

The shadow of the woman standing alone in the wind in the distance looked sad and desolate.

"Why didn't you ask me before you did it?"

The earphone line of the phone in the car ran down his cheek. He put his hand on the steering wheel, frowned, but his voice was surprisingly low.

"Why, are you worried about your little cousin?" A man sneered disdainfully from the other end, "We just need such an opportunity, it just happened that the patient of the Batista operation was him."

Shu said nothing, his beautiful eyebrows frowned together, the light and shadow in the car were dim, and his expression looked gloomy.

"As far as I know, the brother and sister left the Hasegawa family a long time ago. Your mother..."

"Shut up!" Hasegawa Shu's face changed. He interrupted her coldly, tightly grasped the steering wheel, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes. "Don't think I don't know your dirty deeds!" There

was an awkward silence.

Suddenly, the man on the other end smiled faintly: "Okay, but Shu, if a man wants to master power and money, he must remove all stumbling blocks on the road ahead. You'd better remember this clearly."

The phone stopped abruptly.

He took off the earphone and threw it coldly. The small black earphones moved lonely in the narrow space.

Hasegawa Shu rolled down the car window. The cold wind invaded and drove away some of the gloomy atmosphere.

He raised his eyes, but saw that the woman in the distance had turned around and walked back. She lowered her head and wrapped in a black windbreaker, looking thin and weak.

Extremely close, as if noticing his car, Terajima Yuki subconsciously raised her head and met his gaze through the open car window.

He lowered his head in a panic, but she turned away calmly and walked away.

From the rearview mirror of the car, I saw her back gradually going away. She just took the flowers on the back seat and got out of the car. The cemetery in the distance was hazy in the sight of rain and snow.

In December, all departments began to get busier and busier. In addition to the daily litigation disputes, various year-end summaries and performance evaluations also began to be scheduled. At the annual summary meeting within the firm on Christmas Eve, Kudo Ryoko was still surrounded by a tide of fresh and warm applause for her quarterly and annual performance.

"Senior Yuki's performance has declined a lot in the past two months. Is it really okay to continue like this?"

After the meeting, Terajima Yuki returned to the office, and Sakai Otonashi followed in with a stack of information, with a worried expression.

"It's just temporary." The woman sitting behind the desk raised her eyebrows indifferently, "How did you handle that matter?"

"It's against the rules to investigate the information files of other lawyers' clients privately, senior."

"Stop talking nonsense, take it out." Terajima Yuki raised her eyelids and swept her cold eyes to the female assistant in front of her.

Sakai Otonashi shuddered, smiled awkwardly, took out the information bag from her arms and handed it to her.

"For the equity acquisition case of the University of Tokyo Hospital, the person who was responsible for contacting Lawyer Kudo was Sugita Akira, the representative director of Meishin Medical University, but the one who had the most contact with her should be this middle-aged man named Hamasaki Minami. He was present at several negotiation occasions." Sakai Otonashi was alienated from the amount of information he had collected, "I checked this person's background. His current identity is a middle-level agent of Hasegawa Company."

The slender fingers wandering between the rustling pages stopped, and a stack of documents was thrown fiercely on the desk in front of her.

The woman in black lowered her head and pursed her lips tightly. The coldness in her eyes made the young female assistant shudder.

"Senior Yuki..." She whispered, "The merger case took advantage of..."

"I know!" Yuki Terajima interrupted her, the coldness in her eyes gradually faded, she put her hands on her legs, crossed her fingers, and then clasped them tightly, "Was it too easy for you to retrieve the files?"

The female assistant

was slightly stunned. Yuki smiled faintly: "It's not a confidential file, I'll go and return it to her in person."

It was the end of the year and the weather was getting colder. Standing on the rooftop of the office, the gloomy sky was pressing down darkly, looking down at the busy traffic dozens of floors away, as if facing the abyss.

Kudo Ryoko arrived earlier, her elegant figure wrapped in a thick tweed coat, turned around, looked at her silently, and smiled elegantly and noblely.

"I'm sorry, I read the case files without your consent." Yuki Terajima handed over the light yellow file bag and smiled faintly.

"It doesn't matter. It's not something shameful." The other party smiled indifferently, taking the case file. "In fact, for some things, you can just ask me directly."

"Isn't it a professional ethics to keep the client's privacy?"

"As you can see, even if you look at it, it can't prove anything." A calm smile, experienced.

Terajima Yuuki smiled coldly.

"I admit that in this case, I used the fact that the Batista team of the Tokyo University Hospital failed the operation and Professor Takashi Kishimoto died unexpectedly, and used this as evidence to get the support of many votes from the Tokyo University Hospital Board of Directors." Noticing her disdainful and indifferent expression, Kudo just raised the corners of his lips slightly, "But Yuuki, you are good at using all the evidence that is beneficial to you to strive for the greatest interests of your client. This is the basic quality of a lawyer! Of course, the patient who died in the operation was your brother, and I am very sorry about this."

The ace lawyer of AE Law Firm took a deep breath, leaned down, and bowed 90 degrees.

After a long time, he straightened up, sighed deeply, and prepared to leave.

"So..." You Ji's cold voice sounded behind him, "When you took over this case, were the failure of Batista's surgery and Professor Kishimoto's death part of the plan for this case?"

Kudo Ryoko's elegant back paused, and she slowly turned around. Her expression was a little frozen in the biting cold wind.

"Before this, Kansai Oshitsu Medical had already held nearly half of the shares of the Tokyo University Hospital. It was only a matter of time before it took control. The possibility of Mingzhen Medical University obtaining control was extremely small. However, things took a drastic turn after the operation failed. Are you going to tell me that this was a coincidence?"

The woman's face looked haggard and pale because of the days of running around. The long windbreaker on her body fluttered in the cold winter wind, adding a solemn atmosphere.

Kudo Ryoko looked at her quietly for a long time, and finally slowly raised the corners of her lips, always decent and elegant: "I am only responsible for negotiations and negotiations. As for what you said, whether it was a coincidence or murder, without factual evidence, all inferences are futile."

The woman smiled slightly and turned away.

On Christmas Eve, the sky began to snow.

The whole Tokyo fell into a white carnival.

Large flakes of snow fell from the void, falling all over the clothes. The crystal clear ice edges could be clearly seen, and the diamond-like brilliance polished people's lacquered eyes.

Pure white snow quickly piled up on the ground, and the streets were covered with silver.

The streets on Christmas Eve were brightly lit, and fireworks bloomed into gorgeous flowers in the black night sky. A large group of young people shouted "Merry Christmas!" and ran to the other end of the street. From the far side came a fiery noise.

"Lawyers are a profession full of contradictions. The justice they claim is pale and powerless, and the so-called law is nothing more than a weapon used reasonably. However, I will never allow my brother to die in vain in this premeditated competition. Don't force me to take back everything I lost in the past and now, Shu."

Terajima Yuki stood high in Ginza, snowflakes fell on her eyelashes, melted into crystal drops and seeped into her pupils, which were cold.

She wandered the streets of Ginza, Akihabara, Shibuya, Shinjuku, cheering crowds, colorful Christmas trees, and mottled neon lights throughout the night. She walked through most of Tokyo, watching the colorful scenery on both sides of the streets shining with silver light. The only action she took was to put her cold hands in her pockets to absorb some meager warmth. Christmas

is an imported product. The reservedness of the Orientals is not suitable for this carnival festival from the West. It is only the economic prosperity and openness that have created the excitement of this Western festival.

Tokyo is a deformed city. Some people sit in the high-rise buildings of Ginza and control the lives and deaths of others through the changing numbers of the stock exchange, while others work hard for their livelihoods in dark corners. The world of material desires whitewashes the hypocrisy of peace.

When the church bells came from the distant sounds of nature, the clock had already struck twelve. She sat in a bar on the street of Ginza, admiring the fine snowflakes outside through the painted glass windows.

The bar was noisy, but the extreme snow scene was silent in her world.

"Hey, beautiful lady, how about coming over for a drink?" Suddenly someone came over to chat with her. The young man dressed strangely had a ruffian expression and was drunk.

She looked at him lazily, stood up gracefully and wanted to leave: "I'm busy."

"Don't go..." The man was even more drunk, and simply grabbed her arm, "Stay with me..."

"Swish——"

He picked up a glass of red wine and poured it on her head, and the other party shuddered unexpectedly.

"If you talk nonsense again, I can sue you for sexual harassment." Terajima Yuki looked at him coldly, turned around and went out, but saw three or two men gathered around, put their hands in front of her, and looked at her proudly.

The distorted expression and the pungent smell of alcohol made her feel a little nauseous.

"You dare to splash my wine, are you so capable?" The man just now stroked his wet face, with a mixture of evil and anger on his face, "Take her away!"

The burly man in the front grinned and approached, reaching out to pull her arm.

The foul smell was overwhelming, and she couldn't help but close her eyes.

"Kabaji!"

In the chaos, it seemed that a snap of fingers was heard, and the crisp sound broke

through the air. The man with a face full of flesh in front of him suddenly let out a pig-killing howl. A tall man with a dull expression lifted him up in the air, and after a while, he suddenly let go, and the man fell heavily, and when he raised his head, his face was covered with blood.

The playboys at the scene were terrified.

They moved closer to each other and turned their heads. A man with purple-gray hair was wrapped in a black Armani coat, leaning against the beautiful glass door of the bar. He was wearing large black sunglasses, and his facial features were hidden in his raised collar. His appearance could not be seen clearly, but he faintly revealed his arrogance that could not be disobeyed.

"Why don't you get out, huh?" He just said it softly, and the slightly rising voice was suddenly filled with an elusive sense of danger.

A group of scum rushed out the door.

Terajima Yuuki sighed deeply, not knowing what to say.

She couldn't see the expression on his face because of the distance. However, there was only one person in the world who could command Karaji Takahiro and had such a magnanimous demeanor.