Chapter 11 Proposal

The atmosphere of the entire bar was interrupted by such a discordant episode. Atobe Keigo looked at the slightly agitated crowd through his sunglasses, frowned, strode in, and pulled out the woman who was standing alone in the center of the vortex.

"You're still wandering alone in such a shabby place so late, huh?"

The temperature in the second half of the night was getting lower and lower. Standing on the street full of lights and wine, fine snowflakes fluttered down and sank into the palms, chilling the bones.

She looked at her wrist that was being grabbed, frowned slightly in pain, and lowered her eyelids sadly: "It has nothing to do with you, right?"

"My legal advisor is harassed in a place like this, and you say it has nothing to do with me?" He sneered, noticed her unnatural expression, and let go of her wrist.

Terajima Yuuki was speechless, and a bitter smile appeared on his face as if mocking, but he didn't speak.

So Atobe sneered: "I almost forgot that Terajima Seiichi no longer needs you to take this business to pay for his surgery, so you don't have to continue to perfunctory me. Since you are so reluctant, how about just canceling the contract? The advance payment before is considered as the penalty for breach of contract..."

Terajima Yuki suddenly slapped him.

The limited edition luxury sunglasses staggered to his feet. The gorgeous man who was slapped narrowed his eyes slightly, and the tear mole at the corner of his eye shone with an ambiguous luster in the snow.

"Don't treat me as someone who accepts charity at will!" She said coldly, "Even if I want to cancel the contract, I will find a way to pay off all the advance payment and penalty! Please, put away your self-righteousness!"

She put her hand in her pocket and turned around.

But he quickly hooked her arm, and with a little force, he circled her waist. With the help of gravity, the two of them pressed against the cold door of the Rolls-Royce in an ambiguous posture.

The teardrop mole at the corner of his eye was so glaring that it burned her eyes.

Without thinking, he lowered his head and covered her cold lips. He could vaguely sense her shame, anger and struggle, but he still domineeringly locked her in the shackles he had set up, greedily clinging to her.

Atobe Keigo closed his eyes, covering up the indescribable color in his eyes, and tightened his arms around her waist.

Passers-by passed by in twos and threes, occasionally glancing at the couple kissing in the snow, revealing an ambiguous smile.

Karaji Takashi stood far away, still with the same wooden expression that never changed.

It took him a long time to leave her lips, his breathing was slightly hurried, and there was a little blurry expression in his eyes, but in a moment it was as deep and bottomless as the sea.

He raised his hand and stroked her hair, his slender fingers sank into the ink-colored hair, as if the white fins of a shark split the black sea surface.

"Hey, Yuki." Suddenly, he said, "Let's get married."

Terajima Yuki was stunned.

The sky above her head was filled with snowflakes, which slid down her delicate eyes.

She stared at the elegant and gorgeous purple-haired man in front of her, with an incredible look in her eyes.

When he said this, it was as natural as a couple who had been in love for many years, gently cuddling on Christmas Eve and whispering in her ear, which made her wonder if this was a ridiculous and ironic illusion.

The snow fell silently, and no one knew where it was drifting.

"In the streets shining with silver light, every piece of snow was once a falling raindrop. Looking into the future with dreams, on that Christmas day, I looked at you and laughed happily. On that holy night, tears could not be suppressed. I love you forever, but why are we separated? The snowflakes in the sky are falling one after another, and will they drift to the sky again? Where are they drifting to? Who is waiting in the distant place? Holding the memory that cannot be faded..."

——"White X'mas" by Kattun

The silver-gray Rolls-Royce drove through the streets decorated with silver, engraving a gorgeous track in the night.

In the dim light of the car, the tall figure of Huadi in the driver's seat blocked her view. She just leaned on the back seat, habitually supporting her cheek with her hand, looking thoughtfully at the ever-changing scenery on the roadside. Her elegant and delicate face was as quiet as frost and snow.

Atobe sat beside her, his sharp eyes occasionally swept across her face, then moved away again.

A cigarette slowly burned out in the darkness.

The car stopped in front of her apartment building, and they pushed open the door and got out.

He walked around the extended Rolls-Royce, stood in front of her, lowered his head, and his expression was indistinguishable.

"My time is limited, so please think carefully."

Terajima Yuki raised her head, met his sharp hawk-like eyes, and smiled vaguely: "Why me?"

"In order to pass the approval of the family association, it may be easier to marry an obedient and gentle noble lady, but I believe that the risk and investment return rate are often proportional." Atobe raised his lips arrogantly, "You are more valuable than those vases."

"Do I have to sell it if you want to buy it?" She sneered, not hiding the contempt in her eyes, "My identity as the niece of the Hasegawa family, my shallow judicial background, after you have used all of this, what will I have left?"

Atobe smiled and raised his eyebrows: "What exactly caused the death of Seiichi Terajima, don't you want to know?" The woman

opposite shrugged slightly.

"The death of Terajima Seiichi, and everything that the Hasegawa family has taken from you, even higher up in Ginza, the throne of the future president's wife of the Atobe Zaibatsu provides more than just an empty title." He looked down at her, his eyes burning, "When smart businessmen choose partners, their goal is not just to use each other, but -"

He paused, his lips curved elegantly, and uttered two words: "Win-win."

The woman's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slightly raised her delicate eyelids, her inquiring eyes quickly swept over the handsome features of the man, and then fell again.

Snowflakes fluttered down like catkins.

Then, she curled her lips and smiled lightly: "It sounds very tempting, but I don't like the feeling of being played around by others."

"That depends on what you want." Atobe didn't comment. This woman was not submissive in her bones, but she was always good at using a graceful and cold smile to cover up her true thoughts, wandering on the edge of what he could control, but it was precisely because of this that aroused his desire to conquer her, "Think about it carefully."

Terajima Yuki smiled indifferently, nodded unexpectedly softly, turned around and walked towards the stairs.

"Wait a minute." A gorgeous and clear voice came from behind.

She turned around, but saw a gorgeous man in a long coat standing in the snow with a gorgeous smile:

"Merry Christmas!"

In an instant, snowflakes fell on her eyelids and wet her cheeks.

She didn't know why she felt a blurred sadness, raised the corners of her mouth, turned around and walked up the stairs.

The snow fell silently.

In the week leading up to New Year's Eve, Terajima Yuki simply applied for a vacation, as if to relieve the fatigue that had accumulated for a long time, and stayed alone in the apartment to while away the last days of the year that was about to pass.

He didn't have to make detailed plans for the food and clothing of two people, didn't have to run around in the cold weather to buy New Year's goods, didn't have to desperately hide his tired and fragile expression, being alone saved a lot of things.

She sometimes suffered from insomnia at night. When she woke up, she would count the ticking of the clock in the dark, as if sand was flowing through the cracks of her palm. Then she would wake up in the thin white sunlight in the afternoon, walk around on the bright floor in her loose pajamas and huge slippers, stand in front of the French window with a white pillow in her arms, and look at the bright and cold winter city street scene alone. She felt that the sunlight was a little dazzling, but she stubbornly refused to close her eyes.

The long-term fast-paced life made her feel a little surprised at her sudden laziness, but she didn't feel too much guilt. This might be her last vacation. Before she fell into depravity, she had to indulge herself again.

"I called the office in the afternoon, and Sakai said you were on vacation." "

Well, I suddenly wanted to rest. Is everything going well over there?"

The night before New Year's Day, Kunimitsu Tezuka called from Hokkaido. She held the exquisite mobile phone in the dark, curled up in the warm quilt, and chatted with her.

"It's a bit tricky, maybe it will take until after the New Year."

"You have to spend the New Year outside? It's really hard."

"I don't care." The other side still had a concise and indifferent tone, as if thinking of something, and paused hesitantly, "You, are you okay?"

She was silent for a while, and suddenly pulled the corners of her mouth.

"Hey, Tezuka." She called him softly, but her voice was low and slow, as if she was speaking to herself word by word, "I'm 25 years old this year, and I'm already one of the top seven lawyers in AE Firm. Even senior Kudo Ryoko didn't have such a starting point back then. God took Seiichi away from me and cut off all external interference. From now on, I have nothing to lose, and nothing can stop me..."

She smiled in the dark, and a shallow tear slid across the corner of her raised mouth.

The fireworks celebrating the New Year at midnight brightened the deep blue sky outside the window.

The next day she woke up to the sound of firecrackers to bid farewell to the old and usher in the new. Outside the window was the sky after the snow, the snow was pure white, and it was covered with debris from the burned fireworks.

The doorbell rang, and she casually put on a coat and went to open the door. The lady from the property downstairs stood at the door and looked at her with a smile, holding a dozen bright red roses in her hands.

It was obvious that it was a gorgeous show of a certain young master.

She smiled bitterly, took it, walked in with the bouquet, and picked out a red and gold-plated invitation from the clusters of flowers.

"The year-end cocktail party of the Atobe Zaibatsu?"

"Accompany me, huh?" He whispered casually on the other end of the phone, as if he could achieve a great result with just a little effort.

She smiled faintly: "It won't be an ordinary cocktail party, right?"

"What do you think?" Atobe chuckled, "In the past, I never brought a female companion to such occasions. "

Terajima Yuki was silent for a while, but still understood in her heart.

"Of course, if you haven't considered it yet, I don't mind waiting a little longer." After a short silence, Atobe smiled.

"No need." She said slowly, with a cold smile, "I also want to go to the year-end cocktail party of the Atobe Zaibatsu."

"Then I'll send someone to pick you up this afternoon, so be prepared." He was surprised at her straightforwardness, but it was only for a moment, and then he pulled open his elegant lips.

On the morning of New Year's Day, she pulled open the thick velvet curtains, and the sunlight like a snow sword shot into the not-so-spacious bedroom, slightly stinging her eyes.