Chapter 24 Homecoming

"Father seems to be in better shape recently."

"People get old, and it's hard not to accept it. Fortunately, now there's no need for an old man like me to worry about him anymore."

After the operation

, Atobe Keiichi's health has improved a lot, but after this battle, he looks much older. Sometimes he sits at the head of the bed and looks at the clouds outside the window, revealing a vicissitudes of life and indifference. It was April, and the cherry blossoms in Tokyo had begun to wither. Where the wind blew, all you could see were thousands of luxurious and gorgeous fallen red petals, flying wantonly.

Atobe Keigo stood aside, frowning slightly, and said nothing.

"You did a great job this time, but Keigo, are you pushing too hard on the board of directors?"

"It's just putting the right people in the right positions. There won't be any problems." The young heir raised his eyebrows, "If you mean my uncle, father, don't worry too much."

The old man seemed to have sensed something and raised his eyes. He spread out a thick copy of "Faust" and turned it upside down on the white quilt.

Atobe smiled slightly, and the ripples on the corners of his mouth spread out, which actually gave him a sense of having a plan in mind.

So the father said no more, just smiled lightly, lowered his head and flipped through the thick book again, and the rustling sound of pages rang out in the ward.

"Since you have a plan, I don't need to say anything more." After saying this, he was silent for a long time, as if he remembered something, "What about Youji, when will she come back?"

"She should be able to arrive in Tokyo today."

When mentioning the woman who had been stranded in Rome for more than a month, Atobe Keigo's eyes flashed with an inexplicable color, swallowed his saliva, and said simply.

"Treat her well, this time, she has suffered a lot for you."

Atobe Keigo heard this and raised his eyebrows, but saw Atobe Keiyi raised his head, did not turn around to look at him, but just looked at the decadent cherry blossoms outside the window, and suddenly sighed.

"Master Keigo?"

Walking out of the ward, waiting for him in the corridor, in addition to the birch standing like a fossil, there was also a shrewd and capable young assistant.

"How is the investigation going?"

The president of the Atobe Zaibatsu walked forward without looking back, and Akiyama Takuma followed closely. The staggered footsteps of the group echoed in the empty corridor.

"Hokkaido Tomitsu has a labor dispute due to the financial crisis, and the source of funds for the acquisition of it by AX is also very strange. Currently, the employees who have been owed wages and treated inhumanely are trying to sue them. The lawyers of AE, the firm that handled the merger case, are also conducting further mediation and adjustment on this matter."

"AE?" Atobe paused and glanced slightly sideways, "Who is the attorney?"

"At first it was Kunimitsu Tezuka, and later it was replaced by their ace Kudo Ryoko."

If I remember correctly, they also got involved in the last change of controlling rights of the Tokyo University Hospital.

Atobe Keigo's eyes flashed with a few wisps of haze, and he pulled the corners of his mouth, walked down the stairs, and walked out of the hospital gate.

Sitting in the black Rolls-Royce, the car window was rolled up, and the brown glass blocked the dazzling sunlight at two or three o'clock in the afternoon.

"Check the information of Hiroshi Makoto, and sort out the financial accounts of the headquarters as soon as possible!"

"Yes." "

And more." Keigo Atobe leaned back in the soft and comfortable chair, looking at the endless stream of streets outside the window, his glass-like voice could not tell the real emotion, "Has the madam arrived?"

Akiyama Takuma was slightly stunned: "According to Feng Jun's phone call just now, after Madam Yuji's special plane arrived, she went to the cemetery in the suburbs."

Keigo Atobe slightly turned his head and looked at the expressionless face of the other party. After a brief surprise, he retracted his gaze, and there was a hint of sharp edge in his deep pupils.

In late spring, the grass and trees have gradually become lush and green, and the cemetery is surrounded by green and tender colors, and colorful wild flowers are sparsely dotted in between, goose yellow, light purple, or pink, not blazing, blooming in mottled patterns.

The low-key black Lincoln stopped far away at the intersection. In order to avoid disturbing the woman standing in front of the tombstone not far away, Feng Changtaro just stood by the car with his accompanying bodyguard, looking at the lonely woman with her clothes fluttering in the wind.

Terajima Yuki had been standing here for an unknown period of time.

Under her feet were blooming gardenias, with elegant white flowers surrounding the gray-white tombstone.

Some people say that women who like this kind of flower are noble and elegant, but also have clear likes and dislikes.

But for her, because the time is too long, it can no longer be verified.

It is just vaguely speculated that Hasegawa Gardenia, that is, Terajima Gardenia later, her mother loves this kind of flower, and it is not just a coincidence of their names.

What kind of mood did the Asian man who quietly disappeared in the night of Rome hold when he handed over this spotless white bouquet?

She curved the corners of her lips faintly, and a bleak arc appeared.

It seemed like a mockery.

She turned away indifferently as she heard the shrill horn of a car. The cool Rolls-Royce stopped at a nearby intersection. The purple-haired man who got out of the car looked up at the clear blue sky and slammed the car door shut.

You Ji was slightly stunned for a moment, and a faint smile of incomprehensible indifference appeared on his face. He just stood there indifferently, watching him walk towards her with big strides. The hem of Armani's suit was blown up by the wind, and the sunlight hit his face, which was dazzling.

"You ran here to be in a daze as soon as you came back, huh?"

The long-lost gorgeous ending was the same as before.

When he stood in front of her, she just curled the corners of her lips perfunctorily and turned her head away.

Atobe Keigo frowned, followed her line of sight and looked at the cold tombstone. He was silent for a moment, then curled up a sneer: "Blaming me again, huh?" "

If I were you, I would have made the same choice under the circumstances at that time. Besides," she shook her head and actually smiled faintly, "how can I blame Mr. Atobe?"

Atobe's sharp eyes fell on the depths of her eyebrows. He gritted his teeth secretly. Just as he was about to say something, she suddenly opened his mouth: "

Gardenia was my mother's favorite flower when she was alive." The woman said softly, "But every year when I worship her, I am still used to using chrysanthemum."

"Why?" Surprised that she suddenly changed the subject, he just responded faintly.

"The language of the gardenia flower has another meaning besides 'joy'."

"Eternal love and promise?"

"It starts to nurture buds in winter and blooms in summer. The longer the buds are nurtured, the longer the fragrance will last. The longer the efforts and persistence, the stronger the love will be." She just talked slowly, her expression as indifferent as water, "But for her, it's just an irony."

"You Ji?"

"She betrayed her family and gave up her bright future to marry my father, but the man went far away for his future and never came to see her until he died. Isn't it ironic? The so-called unforgettable feelings are just like this."

She raised the corners of her lips, but there was a faint sadness in her eyes.

Atobe Keigo frowned and pursed his lips. He clearly felt that she was hinting at something, but he couldn't catch it in a trance.

After a long time, he finally reached out his hand, wrapped her waist around his arms, and said abruptly: "Let's go home."

The domineering and tough breath came to her face, covering the surroundings. Her body stagnated slightly, and she sighed for a long time, and simply buried her head in his open suit, no longer hiding her tired expression.

On the way back, the road was the blazing and noisy streets of Tokyo. When the sun set, the dusk burned in full swing until the last ray of afterglow was extinguished in the distant horizon.

After dinner, it was already late and the wind was strong. When Youji came out of the bathroom, a trace of coolness seeped into the collar of her bathrobe, chilling her bones. She couldn't help but subconsciously tighten the slightly open collar.

The gauze on the wound on the shoulder blade had been removed, and because it had been soaked in water, a faint pain was faintly felt.

Atobe was not in the room. There was only a laptop casually placed on the king-size bed. The screen was flickering dimly, and it had not yet switched to the screen saver. It seemed that he had just left for something.

So she sat down casually on the edge of the bed and wiped her wet hair with a large towel. The corner of her eye swept across the slightly flickering LCD screen, and she paused for a moment, reaching out to click on the minimized text in the status bar.

"I thought you didn't have the hobby of prying into other people's privacy."

The man's lazy and gorgeous voice suddenly sounded in her ears. The slender fingers that touched the mouse trembled slightly. She lazily turned around. Atobe Keigo stood behind her and looked down at her, his hands in his trouser pockets, a playful curve at the corner of his mouth, and two or three buttons on the collar of his shirt were unbuttoned, revealing his delicate collarbone.

"If it was something you couldn't tell anyone, you wouldn't have left it here so confidently." The woman curled her lips slightly and glanced at the densely packed WORD document, "I suddenly remembered to investigate AE's information. Did President Chengshan offend you?" "

Not really, I just think his position is very delicate." Atobe smiled, his slender fingers sank into her wet hair, sliding all the way to the back of her slender neck, "The last time the equity of the Tokyo University Affiliated Hospital was changed, it was also handled by AE."

Youji frowned, and the gloomy sky that night was in his mind: "Why do you say so?"

"Recently, Hokkaido Futong Logistics seems to have some problems. It seems that AE is also planning to intervene, and it is still using that trump card." Atobe's dark gray eyes turned cold, "And I'm afraid Hasegawa Shu is behind these two companies."

The woman raised her hand and suddenly grasped his fingertips wandering around her neck. She raised her eyelids, her pupils were cold and distant, and a sharp taste was faintly revealed: "What did you find out?"

Atobe was silent for a while, pulled his hand out of her palm, and took her soft hand into his palm with his backhand, and raised a gorgeous arc at the corner of his mouth: "You are too sensitive, Yuki."

He leaned down, stretched out his hand to circle her waist to take it into his shackles, and the tall shadow instantly covered her sight.

"Atobe--"

The woman's slightly angry voice came to his ears immediately, and there was a faint cold fingertips against his shoulder.

"Don't move, just take a look at your wound."

To this day, she still rejects his approach.

Atobe Keigo just said this in a sullen tone, his eyes falling on the edge of the white bathrobe.

Slowly pulling the collar down to his armpits, there was a mottled mark, vaguely showing the traces of surgery, slightly red because it had just been soaked in water.

The man's dark gray eyes dimmed, and his purple hair fell down, covering his eyelids.

"Does it hurt?"

"Not bad."

"Why?"

He suddenly changed the subject, and she was actually at a loss for a moment. She

was held in his arms domineeringly, unable to move. She couldn't see the expression on his face, but she could still feel the man's sharp gaze, and her skin was burning.

"Why do you think it was?" She laughed softly, "This deal has not expired yet. If something happens to you, who can I ask for my capital back?"

Atobe narrowed his narrow eyes, and a trace of burning flames was extinguished in the darkness.

"Oh, that's right."

He chuckled suddenly, tightened his grip around her slender waist, and lingered his pointed chin in her wet hair for a moment. He pursed his delicate lips, and slid down slowly, passing between her eyebrows and eyes, and landed lightly on the woman's cold lips, wandering around, and then crossing the barrier of teeth.

A moan was drowned in the hot and humid breathing. The woman frowned slightly, but her body was imprisoned by him. She slowly fell back until the soft quilt wrapped around her half-naked shoulders. Her long black hair spread out in a mess, emitting a damp smell like seaweed.

The game of chasing and escaping with lips and teeth over and over again, took away the remaining consciousness, and it slipped away from the open fingers bit by bit, and it was unknown who was lost.

The bathrobe slipped down her arms, and the night breeze was cool. She woke up and recalled her confused mind. Her cold fingertips pressed against his collarbone, stopping his invasion.

Both of them were panting a little.

"Why, you won't bite me this time?" Atobe's dark gray eyes gradually regained clarity. He looked at her coldly for a long time, and then smiled. "Do you hate me getting close to you?"

"I'm not one of those women of yours." She sat up and straightened her messy clothes.

Atobe was stunned for a moment, and after a long time, he smiled: "Of course you are not."

He stood up, straightened his messy shirt, closed the notebook on one side, put it under his arm, and walked out: "I'm going to the study, you go to bed early."

The bedroom door closed gently, and the sound of footsteps could be heard faintly echoing in the corridor. She was in a trance, and sat there blankly

for a moment, then spread out the quilt, wrapped her body in the soft darkness, sighed softly, turned off the bedside lamp, and the haze covered her skin.