Chapter2 Jingzhe

"Florence" is a restaurant with an Italian style. The Western classical style decoration and the green vines in the corners create a dark and romantic atmosphere.

The waiter dressed as a maid led Terajima Yuuki down the wooden steps. The dim light hit the corners of her eyes, exuding a cold and distant atmosphere.

Atobe Keigo sat in a private room in the corner waiting for her, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and pinched out the cigarette butt on his fingertips.

"Sorry, I'm late because of the traffic jam on the road."

Yuuki came forward, bowed gracefully, put the black windbreaker on her arm aside and sat down. She was wearing a thin white shirt, and the silver pendant on her neck hung down to her chest. The exquisite combination was bright.

Atobe Keigo's sharp eyes lingered on her for a long time, raised the corners of his lips, and took the bouquet beside him: "This is an apology. I'm really sorry for scaring you that day."

He said sorry, but there was no expression of guilt on his face. The arc of his mouth was arrogant, and he vaguely revealed a little arrogance.

Yuki Terajima took the huge bouquet of lilies, and the fragrant white flowers immediately filled her sight: "Thank you, very beautiful flowers."

Although it was a compliment, there was no expression of joy or excitement.

Keigo Atobe admired her indifferent expression with interest, adjusted his sitting posture, and called the waiter to take the order with a snap of his fingers. After a while, the exquisitely crafted Western-style meals were served, and the sound of knives and forks hitting each other rang from time to time.

"What do you think about the details of the cooperation with Hasegawa Logistics, Miss Terajima?"

"Master Atobe, do you really want to cooperate with Hasegawa?" Yuki put down her knife and fork, raised her goblet, and lowered her head to take a sip of red wine.

"What do you say?"

"The Japanese accounting firm gave a negative opinion on the financial audit of Hasegawa Company this quarter." Leaning back on the comfortable velvet chair, the woman said with sarcasm, "Although it is internal information, with Atobe-kun's methods, you must know it, right?"

Keigo Atobe laughed.

Amid his laughter, Terajima Yuki turned her eyes out of the window boredly. The streets of Ginza were full of bright lights, colorful neon lights, and noise and vanity.

Atobe finally stopped laughing: "If you are so frank, you will ruin your business."

"Before taking over a case, you must do your best to give customers true and reliable information and appropriate advice. This is my professional ethics. Of course," she paused, "my consulting fee is 200,000 yen per hour."

The implication is that even if the case is cancelled, the daily consulting fee still needs to be paid.

Atobe was speechless.

"Is this the offer from AE?" The purple-gray-haired man raised his lips, "I want to discuss another business with you. If you are willing, the salary will be several times higher than this."

The night street scene was bustling, and the gorgeous neon lights flowed through the corners of the eyes.

The low-hanging white lamps in the restaurant emitted a dim and blurred light. Terajima Yuki was a little stunned and repeated the last few words in the man's words just now, "Private legal advisor?"

"How?"

"Sorry, I never get involved in the private problems of my clients, and I have never wanted to be employed by a certain person for a long time. Besides," she raised her head and smiled coldly, "I really don't feel safe with Master Atobe. I don't want to experience another Hollywood gunfight blockbuster."

Atobe Keigo was slightly startled and pulled off a charming smile.

Dinner was almost finished. He pushed away the cups and plates and leaned back lazily, crossed his legs, and gently tapped his knees with his slender fingertips.

"If you take this business, you can work in the legal field for at least ten years less." He raised his hand, covered his cheek with his delicate palm, pressed his index finger against his forehead, and the mole under his eye glowed. "Do you know the value of the legal advisor to the president of the Atobe Zaibatsu?"

"There are countless giants in the legal field, why me?"

"There are too many things involved behind those old guys. Compared to this, I value your professional ethics more."

Terajima Yuuki laughed dumbly: "As for trust, isn't Tezuka suitable?"

"He is too upright and not suitable." A cold light sank in his eyes, as sinister as an eagle. "The competition in Ginza does not need martyrs."

A chill came suddenly, and her face froze slightly.

"So you don't have to give an answer so quickly. Once you think it through, there will be no turning back."

Atobe supported his cheek with one hand. This arrogant expression made her feel unhappy: "You seem to be very sure that I will agree?"

"Your eyes have a sense of déjà vu-" He raised the corners of his mouth with a cold and charming arc, and clearly highlighted two words, "ambition."

Her hand shook, and the red wine in the glass splashed out a little crimson liquid, seeping into the checkered tablecloth.

The deep eyes opposite locked her firmly: "It seems that this uncle was right."

She took the wet wipes next to her to wipe her fingers, lowered her head, and the broken hair on her forehead concealed her true expression: "Compared with your ambition to climb to the top of Ginza, it's just a small ambition."

So Atobe Keigo began to laugh.

"I'm waiting for your reply." He stood up and picked up the white suit jacket beside him. "Do I need to take you home?" "

No, I can walk by myself."

So they walked out side by side. Yuki Terajima stood in front of the neon-lit gate and watched the two black Rolls-Royces speeding away, sliding across the night like a meteor. Suddenly, she felt an unknown panic in her heart.

She felt tired of dealing with this man. When he spread his palm and touched the teardrop mole, the sharp eyes under the purple-gray hair were like a dagger with poison, which easily penetrated her disguise and grasped her weakness with ease.

Even if there were desires hidden deep in her heart that she herself might not understand, he could point them out lightly and offer a very tempting price.

How could she not resist such dangerous insights?

It was already around eight or nine o'clock when she returned to her apartment. Yuki dragged her tired body out of the elevator, lowered her head and slowly walked towards the door of her home. Suddenly, she raised her head as if she had noticed something.

Someone leaned against the window railing by the door with his head down. When he looked up, he could see his cold and thin face. The broken hair on his forehead fell into his eyelids. His dark eyes were shining with a cold luster. The handsome lines on his face were carved sharply by the wind blowing in from the window. The fingertips of his right hand held a cigarette butt that had not yet burned out, and the curling green smoke could be vaguely seen. He was tall and slender, and his slender and elegant reflection was cast under the light. At this time, there was a sense of loneliness.

Terajima Yuki couldn't help but sigh, and his eyes slowly flowed on his face.

"Long time no see, Yuki?" Noticing her unhappiness, the man just smiled helplessly and glanced at the large bunch of lilies in her hand, "Very beautiful flowers."

"A customer gave it to me." She replied lightly, "What's the matter?"

"After all, I'm your cousin, don't you invite me in to sit for a while?"

"I have nothing to do with the Hasegawa family anymore." She was not annoyed and stated the facts calmly.

Hasegawa Shuu, the next heir to the Hasegawa Company, had a desolate and helpless look on his face. It was not obvious, but the sadness extended to the depths of his pupils.

He sighed leisurely: "Youji, although Hasegawa has let you and Aunt Gardenia down, I ask myself, I, Hasegawa Shu, have never let you down."

The woman holding the lily in front of the door lowered her eyelids, as if she was thinking about something. After a long time, she raised her head, sighed, took out the key and opened the door: "Come in, Shu."

The room is not big, with three bedrooms and one living room, and a simple and elegant style.

She casually put the flowers in the vase on the coffee table, and then turned to pour tea. Hasegawa Shu sat on the sofa and looked at the lilies in front of him. They were precious varieties airlifted from Europe. The sky blue gold-plated card was hidden among the green leaves and white flowers. He curiously reached out and touched it. When he looked closely, he saw a series of flower signs written in a flamboyant style - "Atobe Keigo". He

couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and a few traces of sadness flashed across his eyes.

Youji brought the tea over, and seeing his frozen action, he just paused and handed over the teacup.

"Atobe Keigo, is he the person you met tonight?"

"Is there a problem?" She sat down on the sofa opposite, crossed her legs, and looked at him calmly.

Shu smiled bitterly, took back his hand and leaned back on the chair: "I just asked casually. I happened to have business dealings with him recently. He is a very difficult person to deal with."

Terajima Yuki understood that Hasegawa Company was in financial crisis and had to seek help from the Atobe Zaibatsu. However, with Atobe Keigo's shrewdness, he had already denied the value of this cooperation. Once the audit report of this quarter was disclosed, it would be tantamount to the cold winter of the Hasegawa family.

But all this had nothing to do with her.

"The young master of the Atobe Group is certainly not an ordinary person."

"My mother is trying her best to get Yumi married, but it seems difficult."

She leaned on the sofa and looked at his self-deprecating smile indifferently, and suddenly became very impatient: "Why are you telling me this?"

Shu was silent.

He lowered his head and picked up the tea, and the mist blurred his vision.

After a long time, he put down the teacup and sighed deeply: "Come back, Youji."

Terajima Youji was stunned, stunned for a moment, stood up with a sneer, and walked to the window sill: "You seem to have forgotten who drove us out of the Hasegawa family."

"Father's condition has worsened again, and this quarterly report is not optimistic." The young master of the Hasegawa family carefully chose his words, stood up with a sigh, and quietly came behind her. His thin face was reflected on the glass window, and his quiet pupils were filled with a little melancholy. He looked down at her cold face also reflected on the glass window. After hesitating for a long time, he finally opened his arms and put them around her waist.

"You--" She was annoyed by being suddenly surrounded by the strange yet familiar breath of the other party, "What to do?"

"I need your help, You Ji." His chin was buried in her shoulder, and the scattered hair covered his eyes, "Don't worry about anything else, sooner or later I will take over the entire family business, when that time comes we..."

"I'm just a small lawyer, what can I do to help you?" She calmed down instead, "There are countless elites in the judicial world, you won't tell me that Hasegawa Company is so tight on funds that it can't even afford a lawyer to represent it?"

"You Ji..."

"What are you doing..." She broke free from his arms, her dark pupils looking at people steadily, with a broad and sad feeling, suddenly raised the corners of her lips, cold and pressing, "It's just the fund under my mother's name."

The coldness in her eyes made the attachment in his eyes gradually fade away, returning to the coldness when they first met, pursed his lips and looked down at her, and they looked at each other in silence.

Terajima Yuki didn't say anything, and sat down on the sofa again: "Go back, cousin Shu, mother worked hard for the Hasegawa family when she was alive, and the property under her name should have belonged to her long ago, and everything I have today is earned by my own efforts, and has nothing to do with Hasegawa."

"You also know that Hasegawa Company is the result of Aunt Gardenia's hard work, can you bear to see it fall into trouble?"

"Mother has devoted all her efforts to the consortium, but what did she get?" She said coldly, lowering her head and lowering her eyelids, her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow, but her tone fluctuated slightly as if she was suppressing some emotions, "She was removed from the clan, expelled from the family, and bullied, just because she chose my father?"

"Yuki..."

Shu was speechless, standing in the living room and looking down at her for a long time, the chandelier on the ceiling emitted a soft light, stretching his shadow very long.

For a moment, the air around them was empty and cold, making people suffocate.

Finally, the pleasant phone rang, breaking the awkward silence.

"Seichi?" She glanced at the caller ID on the screen and frowned, "Why haven't you slept yet?" There

was a long silence on the other end of the phone. Faintly, she could hear the boy's slightly rapid breathing and the slight sound of his heartbeat from the other side of time and space.

Her fingers subconsciously tightened the phone line and she bit her lips lightly.

The other end suddenly hung up, and the mechanical echo rang in her ears.

So she had to hang up.

Leaning on the sofa, staring blankly at the cold landline, suddenly the rapid ringing sounded again, tearing the tranquility of the long night.