Chapter 15 The delicate teacup in front of the determination had already given up the last bit of steam, and the incense stick had burned out.

Atobe Jingyi looked at the beautiful and calm woman in front of him for a long time, lowered his eyelids, slightly pulled up the corners of his mouth, and raised an arc of unknown meaning.

"Really, for revenge?" The question did not need an answer.

Terajima Yuki knelt upright on the soft tatami, just lowered his head, and did not deny his statement.

"With the help of the power and concealment of the Atobe Zaibatsu, do you know what this means?"

"As you said, a dangerous game."

"You have to know that the Atobe Zaibatsu is not a tool that can be used at will."

"I know the price required, so please rest assured that the transaction between me and your son is just to put each other in a higher position. I will not do anything that harms the interests of the Atobe Zaibatsu, and he will never allow it to happen."

The woman bowed slightly, raised her head, and met the other's deep eyes steadily. Her voice was not loud, but she spoke slowly and orderly.

Atobe Jingyi looked at her eyes quietly, which were as sad and empty as the vast wilderness, and the deep meaning in his eyes became more serious. "Even if you give up your current free life, sacrifice the happiness of marriage and love, and become a sword in the hands of others?"

"Yes!"

After a long time, he slowly relaxed his mouth and saw the woman in front of him lower her head solemnly.

"Even if you are involved in the treacherous and ever-changing business world, and have to endure the oppression of the wealthy families, and have to plan carefully step by step, and have to walk with difficulty, and even face the danger of falling off a cliff at any time?"

"Yes!" "

Look up and look at me!" The old man's voice suddenly rose, and he looked at her with his bright eyes, and suddenly slowed down, "Have you seen the criss-crossing roads in the mountains and forests? Once people lose their way, they will step into the path of wild beasts. No matter how many intersections they pass, they cannot lead to the direction of life. They can only go on without hesitation, even if the road ahead is full of treacherous and dark mazes."

Terajima Yuki was stunned for a moment, and a little sweat seeped out of his clasped fingertips. He slowly lowered his head: "I understand, uncle."

Atobe Jingyi took a deep breath, and a trace of fatigue crept up to the corner of his eyes, merging with a complex expression in his eyes.

"I understand your feelings."

He sighed, slowly stood up and walked out the door, his steps seemed a little slow. When he passed by her, he paused slightly and reached out to gently press her shoulder.

"Yuki..."

He called her name unexpectedly, and the woman's face showed a little surprise: "Yes, uncle."

"Your marriage with Jingwu is not pure, but from now on, I hope to treat you as my own daughter."

He turned his back to her, and the soft light cast down the vaguely handsome lines on his side face, revealing a bit of kind and amiable aura. Terajima Yuki was stunned for a moment, and when he was about to start, the other party had already slowly walked out.

"Chairman!"

Walking out of the teahouse, you will see the gray sky of Ginza. The towering buildings cut it into cold fragments like a sharp sword. The assistant opened the door of the Rolls-Royce, and the current helmsman of the Atobe Zaibatsu stepped into the car with a low voice. The towering trees and the dazzling shops were moving in the back outside the speeding car. The asphalt road carrying the noisy flow of people, the hard and cold glass reflecting the sunlight, and the steel and concrete filling the eyelids, decorated this commercial city full of material desires.

The cage that you tried so hard to break free from, your daughter is so determined to walk in.

Atobe Jingyi leaned on the soft car seat, looking at the noisy and blazing sunlight on the streets of Ginza, and suddenly hooked the slightly dry lips and raised a barely noticeable bitter smile.

Because of the arrangement of materials, Tezuka Kunimitsu had to stay to work overtime.

It was already dusk, and the windows of the high-rise buildings overlooked the bright night scene of Ginza. He casually made a cup of coffee, his slender fingers wandered between the snow-like pages of the book, and the LCD screen of the computer was mottled with white above the cold frameless glasses.

The various people in the building had left, the floors were empty, and the night wind was blowing through them.

Suddenly, there were staggered footsteps and a rustling sound. The sensor lights in the corridor lit up one by one with the crisp sound of high heels hitting the ground, casting a dim light all over the ground.

He raised his eyebrows. The familiar rhythm was clearly not as brisk and neat as before.

When it came from far away and stopped abruptly behind him, he turned around and saw Terajima Yuki leaning against the open door, carrying a handbag, with a cloak draped over her arms. The slight tiredness made her face look no more colorful than the white turtleneck sweater she was wearing.

"Did you just get back? Why did you take so long?" He stood up subconsciously, "Have you eaten? Do you want to order takeout?" "

No, I've filled my stomach."

"You're lying." A white light flashed on the cold glasses.

She leaned against the door and raised an arc: "Tezuka, when did you become so long-winded?"

"Don't play with your own stomach." He looked at her helplessly, turned his back and picked up the phone, "Udon noodles will be fine, it's easier to digest."

Although it was an inquiring tone, it was decided by a phone call.

Terajima Yuki could only smile bitterly.

When she was busy, her diet and sleep would become irregular. She had a faint stomach disease in her early years. He caught her in the university library when she had an attack. Since then, he has urged her to change this bad habit. Over the years, it has not recurred.

"Why bother so much? I just came back to get some things and then I'll go home." She took the water he handed over, "I saw your light was still on so I came to see you. Are you working overtime?" 

"The case files of Hokkaido Futong Logistics will be handed over to Senior Kudo tomorrow morning." Tezuka Kunimitsu sat back in his seat and glanced at her, "You look very tired." 

Terajima Yuki leaned against the front of his desk and smiled faintly, without answering. 

She wandered the streets of Ginza, where the lights were just coming on, all evening, throwing herself into the bustling crowd. Her numb expression was illuminated by the colorful street lights, looking clear and pale. 

In the afternoon meeting, she couldn't grasp the real thoughts of Atobe Keiji. The old man's sharp and deep eyes were unfathomable. Was the sharpness in his words just to test her sincerity? 

How could a business tycoon who had led the Atobe Zaibatsu for decades be simply summarized as cunning? 

She didn't dare to guess with her shallow cognition, so she tilted her head and changed the subject. 

"Didn't you handle it well in Hokkaido?" 

"The bankruptcy liquidation has been completed, but some customers complained that there were illegal operations within the company and their interests were not compensated after the bankruptcy." 

Tezuka Kunimitsu explained simply, and a hidden and sharp light flashed across his brows, but she captured it accurately. 

"Are you dissatisfied?" 

"I just feel that President Makoto doesn't seem to want me to get involved." 

He did not comment, clasped his fingers and pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose, and lowered his head to turn over a page of forms. 

She casually flipped through the case file at hand and smiled lightly: "You are too upright, what if you accidentally reveal all the shady dealings?"

Tezuka Kunimitsu frowned and looked at her without saying anything.

"Don't look at me like that." Even though he was expressionless as usual, Terashima Yuki still felt a little irritated. He smiled coldly, put down the cup in his hand, and leaned against the bookshelf beside him. "It's not that they haven't done such things before. The law is just a tool. It can be used to maintain the so-called justice, and sometimes it can be used to escape the punishment that should be given. In the final analysis, it's just a competition for power and money. Tezuka, after so long, you still hold on to those lofty ideals of the past?"

"Yuki!" He interrupted her suddenly, looked up at her cold eyes, sighed slightly, and lowered his head sullenly, "Is it about Seiichi?"

He, Tezuka Kunimitsu, was not stupid. He could guess roughly after a series of things.

She didn't answer, but just looked down at her twisted fingers, the joints were delicate.

After waiting for a moment, he sighed and picked up the coffee at hand, but heard her suddenly say: "Hey, Tezuka, I'm going to get married."

I'm going to get married, with Atobe.

The rich brown liquid splashed out of the delicately textured white porcelain cup, and the snow-like paper pages were immediately mottled.

The handsome guy from the Yoshino store delivered the takeaway and then turned away. The well-cooked udon noodles in the bowl-shaped disposable lunch box were still a little hot. She had no appetite, so she moved her chopsticks a few times and then put them down.

Tezuka Kunimitsu was typing on the computer keyboard, and the large word page was reflected on his expressionless face, which looked a little pale.

No one said a word, and the atmosphere was awkward and weird.

She stood up, put the remaining soup and the bowl into the bag, tied it up, and prepared to take it out to throw it away, but she heard him suddenly say: "Have you decided?"

"Yeah."

"Why?" She responded, closed her eyes, took the bag out, and threw it into the trash can at the door. When she came back, Tezuka Kunimitsu had turned around and sat sideways on the chair to look at her. His eyes were somewhat inquiring and unexpectedly cold. "Atobe Keigo is a person worthy of following and admiration. I never deny this, but he is not suitable for you."

A person who was born to be a king, decisive, sharp, unruly, and cold. The world behind him is an unfathomable ocean, and his steps will never stop for a woman.

"There is no such thing as being appropriate or inappropriate in a marriage where both parties use each other." She stood up and walked to the window. The colorful night view of Ginza and the clear-cut streets during the day were hidden in the light and shadow, like an abyss. "With my current capital, maybe in another five or ten years I can reach Kudo Ryoko's current level, but that would be too slow!"

"I thought you were not such a greedy and vain person."

"But I need strength." She hugged her arms, as if to drive away the long and cold night. A cold face was reflected in the glass window. "Power and money, I didn't have them before, and I couldn't even protect my loved ones!"

Tezuka Kunimitsu stood up, stared at her back, a desolate expression on his face: "Because of Seichi?"

She pursed her lips, leaving scarlet marks on her white teeth, for a long time: "My brother has become an innocent pawn in the business world! I am not reconciled, how can I be reconciled?"

The depression in Tezuka's eyes deepened a bit.

"I understand your feelings, but hatred can make people paranoid and crazy. I don't want you to become like that."

"Should I remain silent?" She turned around, "I am the daughter of Hasegawa Gardenia. No matter how much I hate that surname, sooner or later I will be involved in those ugly struggles! I must find a way out for myself before I grow up!"

Her emotions became unusually excited. When she met his increasingly sad eyes, she suddenly relaxed, shook her head sadly, and leaned weakly on the edge of the table: "No, not only that, maybe there are those ambitions hidden in my subconscious that I don't even understand to climb to a higher place. When I saw that person, it seemed to be ignited."

There is a sense of déjà vu in your eyes.

Atobe Keigo's insight has never been wrong.

She sighed faintly, as if she had exhausted all her strength, and barely propped up her tired body, and took the clothes hanging beside her: "I don't necessarily have to get your approval, but I just feel it is necessary to say it, keep busy."

She put on her windbreaker and prepared to go out, but her arm was grabbed by him.

"It's late, I'll take you home." There was rarely any expression on her face that had never melted for thousands of years, and only the warm light lingered on her glasses, causing a trace of confusion.

There were not many people in the subway at this time. Sitting in the empty carriage and watching the black rock wall whizzing past the window, there was a sense of vastness and desolation. They got

off the train when they arrived at the station, and the two walked shoulder to shoulder along the corridor of the community. The dim street lights stretched their backs very long.

When she was close to the apartment, she stopped and turned to look at him. The man's facial features were handsome and tough. He was silent for a moment: "I don't agree."

She smiled, her smile was thin and transparent in the night: "Remember what I said, 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..."

Tezuka Kunimitsu was stunned for a moment, and vaguely remembered the loneliness of the fireworks burning out on New Year's Eve. He didn't speak for a long time, and waited until she turned around before suddenly reaching out and grabbing her tender hand.

The feeling of pain came from the palm of her hand, forcing her to stop and turn around.

The man's fingers were slender, and there was a thin layer of calluses on his palm because he played tennis in his early years. He held her hand tightly, gathering strength, pressing her blood vessels. She tried to struggle but was held tightly.

"Yuki..." Under the streetlight, his clear-cut features looked slightly stiff, his beautiful phoenix eyes narrowed and became long and narrow, occasionally flashing one or two beams of forbearing light, hidden behind the cold lenses, his lips slightly closed, and his words suddenly became clumsy.

She stopped and looked at him quietly, her expression suddenly became blurred, not just in expectation but also in fear of something.

"Tezuka." After a moment, she spoke, and tears fell in a daze.

Tezuka Kunimitsu was stunned, and a corner of his heart that he had been holding on to suddenly collapsed. He stared at her pulling her hand away from his palm, then turned around and walked away, her black windbreaker was filled with water, and there was an indescribable sadness and solemnity.

He spread his palms, and the night wind slowly took away her remaining warmth, and finally walked away.

Once a person loses his way, he will step into the path of the beast. No matter how many intersections he passes, he cannot lead to the direction of life. He can only go on without hesitation, even if the road ahead is full of treacherous and dark.

But since she has chosen this path, there is no room for regret.

She walked into the distance against the wind, her tears dried on her face, numb and painful.

Looking through the car window through the shade of the trees, the back of the man who was the top student in the youth school was as sharp as a knife, looking desolate and lonely.

Atobe Keigo was sitting in the car parked at the fork in the road. The low-key Lincoln was only a dark shadow in the night. The dim light hit his forehead, the contours of his face seemed obscure, and the mocha on his fingertips exhaled beautiful green smoke.

"Did the old man look for her in the afternoon?"

"Yes, Master Keigo." Akiyama Shin was a little uneasy and asked for his instructions, "The public relations department has set the date for the press conference."

Atobe Keigo smiled without any emotion, "Go back and show me the plan, and then we're leaving."

"Yes."

Three days later, the Atobe Zaibatsu held a press conference to officially announce the marriage of the heir of the chaebol, Atobe Keigo. Under the spotlight, the gorgeous man with purple-gray hair had a charming look and an elegant smile. The woman in his arms wore a silver-gray Versace floor-length dress, with clear and cold eyebrows, like stars in the night sky, shining against each other.

A perfect match.