Chapter 25 Reunion

"Senior Yuki really went too far this time. He didn't even tell us a word about such a big thing. He should at least report that he was safe."

"Sorry, I won't do that next time."

"Senior, you look like you have no sincerity at all!"

The morning sun was already high in the sky, and mottled beams of light shot in through the transparent glass windows of the high-rise buildings. The beams were cut into mottled pieces by the light blue blinds. Terajima Yuki raised his head and glanced at the angry female assistant in front of him with an innocent expression.

Sakai Otonashi was stunned for a moment, realizing her impoliteness just now, and hurriedly lowered her head: "But fortunately, senior is finally back."

Yuki looked up from the swivel chair behind the desk, looked at her drooping face, slowly revealed a faint smile, and suddenly became playful, "Why, did Tezuka give you a cold shoulder during the time I was away?" "

Senior Tezuka had a cold face every day during the time I couldn't contact you, and the labor dispute case of Fortis Logistics has not been resolved, so this month has been freezing cold."

"Fortis Logistics?" She gave a faint smile to the rare complaint of her female assistant, and only caught a few unclear words, "Hasn't it been handed over to Lawyer Kudo?"

"Fortis suffered a serious injury incident due to labor disputes, and Senior Tezuka is ready to accept the collective commission of employees out of moral obligation."

"It really seems like what he did." Yuki was not too surprised, and only frowned slightly, "But this seems to violate the firm's traditional rules."

"I'm afraid President Seiyama is already very dissatisfied." Sakai Otonashi said bitterly, "Lawyer Kudo came to see him, and the two of them seemed to have parted on bad terms."

The conscience of a lawyer is supposed to be the balance to defend the law, but sometimes this conscience is not enough to fight against power.

Terajima Yuuki sighed faintly, "Prepare a copy of the case materials for me to see, and remember not to let him know. Um, and -"

Sakai agreed neatly, raised his head and waited quietly for her next words.

The elegant woman leaning on the swivel chair looked around the clean and bright room, and tapped the table in front of her with the pen in her hand: "It looks like it has just been cleaned. Who told you that I would come back today?" "

I heard from Chotaro that the senior came back three days ago. I thought he would come to the office anyway."

"Chotaro?" She repeated it, raised her eyebrows, and thought of the tall silver-haired young man, and smiled playfully, "Has your relationship progressed to the point where you can call each other by name?"

"Senior Youji?!" Finally noticing the mischievous arc on her lips, the capable and neat young woman blushed rarely, and rushed out the door with the documents in her arms.

Youji smiled faintly and lazily glanced at the door, but saw the sunlight in the corridor pouring in like snow, and the cold man with light golden hair stood against the door, and his frameless glasses faintly emitted a faint white light.

It was still early, so they went out together and sat down face to face in the lounge at the corner of the building to drink a cup of coffee. The sunlight was like snow, shining in from the large French windows. The brown transparent coffee table and the bright marble floor, as well as each other's clear eyebrows, were all shrouded in the light of light like light golden dust. 

"You look okay." For a long time, Tezuka Kunimitsu did not say anything, but just looked at her lightly, and after a long time he said, "Is the gunshot wound okay?" 

"The wound has healed." The woman's thin lips curved into a faint arc, "It was just a false alarm." 

"Is this really okay?" The slender phoenix eyes looked at her desolate and indifferent expression coldly through the thin resin lenses, and the words seemed inexplicably abrupt. 

"Hmm?" 

"You are in the center of controversy, always walking on thin ice, even your husband can't protect you, do you have to go this way?" 

The action of stirring the coffee froze, she looked up, the handsome and cold man opposite had a stern expression, the line of his chin was as sharp as a knife, and there was a moment of confusion. 

She pulled up the corners of her delicate mouth: "What about the incident in Rome? That was just a decision made by rational judgment, Atobe, you should know what kind of person he is." 

"As a lover, you are not reliable, but you can be the most solid ally, not to mention that we are not lovers in love. For me, knowing this is enough." 

When she said this, she didn't look at him, but just lowered her head slightly to play with the delicate and smooth texture on the white porcelain cup. The sound was not loud, but there was a faint clanging force, as if it was just for her to hear. 

Tezuka Kunimitsu was silent for a long time, and suddenly heard him sigh: "Stubborn." 

She lowered her head and smiled, put down the delicate cups and plates, and raised her face. "It's just the same. I heard that you are planning to intervene in the Futong Logistics case again?" 

Suddenly changing the subject, Tezuka Kunimitsu pushed his glasses: "Yes, I wanted to inform you, after all, it involves Hasegawa Company, but then again I also have my principles." 

"I'm not interested in the so-called mother's family." She snorted coldly, "But Tezuka, are you sure that President Makoto will allow you to ignore the rules of AE?" 

"For lawyers, legal justice and one's own conscience are more important than the so-called rules." 

"You can't win, Tezuka!" The woman raised her voice slightly, then thought for a moment and added, "You alone." 

The sharp eyes shot out from the pale pupils and penetrated the thin lenses. Tezuka Kunimitsu was silent and did not speak. After a long time, he raised his wrist to check his watch and said, "I have to go first. I have an appointment with the client." 

The young judicial upstart stood up, and the sunlight cut down the oblique section like a knife, with clear and tough lines: "I understand what you mean, but since I took this case, I have already prepared." 

The voice was cold, like a jade falling to the ground, gradually disappearing in the sound of footsteps in the distance. 

Youji did not speak for a long time, and suddenly spread out his hands, then clenched them again, with only a faint helpless smile on the corner of his mouth. 

They were both too persistent people. Even if they had been together for a long time, the pride in their bones could not be worn away by time. 

She sighed faintly, leaned lazily on the back of the chair, looked at the coffee that had already cooled, squinted her eyes, and her thoughts drifted far away for a while. 

"Pah--" a stack of newspapers was thrown heavily on the desk. Hasegawa Shu leaned on the back of the chair behind the desk and looked coldly at the color photos that occupied a large page. The seductive woman had hot eyes. 

"You've gone too far." The voice was cold. The handsome young man leaned on the back of the chair and raised his face. He just closed his eyes and said coldly. The gorgeous colors of the sunset sprinkled into the bright French windows, and the gorgeous colors dyed the eyebrows. It was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry. 

"Master Shu, if the young lady continues like this, I'm afraid it will affect the reputation of our Hasegawa..." 

"Where is she now?" 

Shu opened his eyes. When Keigo Atobe got married, Hasegawa Yumi was impolitely locked up in the villa by him until recently. It was just that his sister seemed too active. She was at the hotel bar, dressed in elegant clothes, and left large color photos on the pages of major entertainment media every now and then. 

"She didn't come home yesterday. She might have gone to a bar..." 

"Send someone to look for her. Don't let her go out within a month." Shu gritted his teeth and said coldly. He stood up, put on his suit jacket, and unscrewed the guard on the door.

A pleasant cell phone ringtone suddenly rang out. I pressed the answer button and heard a capable female voice unexpectedly.

"Lawyer Kudo?"

He walked out of the door, his footsteps were staggered in the corridor, and suddenly stopped. Hasegawa Shu stopped and looked sideways at the cold glass window opposite, his fingertips clenched around the cold metal body.

"Why, is the salary not enough to satisfy you?"

"You are joking, Shu." Kudo Ryoko spoke calmly, just talking, "It was President Makoto Yamada's idea that I should not interfere. On the other hand, my junior has accepted the commission of the employee representative, and maybe he will communicate with you soon?"

"Hasegawa, did he do anything to make President Makoto Yamada unhappy?" Shu looked down at the window, and under his feet were the streets of Ginza, where people were surging like a tide.

"I'm sorry, I just informed you, and I don't know the specific situation. Maybe you should ask your cousin, she seems to have talked to the president for a long time."

Yuki walked out of the office door. The sun had already set and the sky was full of afterglow. The bright afterglow spread like honey on the crowded streets of Ginza, giving them a layer of blood-like bright color.

At this time, Hasegawa Shu called her, and she answered the phone at the intersection. The red light was flashing, and there was a murderous sound in her ears.

"Are you back?"

"Yeah."

"Are you okay?"

"Thanks to you, I'm not going to die."

"Yuki..." The man sighed with a little regret, and after a long time, he said again, "Are you free? I want to see you."

A sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth. She was about to say something, but when she raised her head, she was stunned.

The man standing across the sidewalk, his sunglasses covering most of his face, only a few outlines can be vaguely discerned. He is tall and slender, wearing a black long windbreaker, the hem of which flutters in the bleak evening breeze.

Then he took off his sunglasses, his eyebrows and eyes, which had experienced vicissitudes of life, still vaguely retained traces of his elegance and handsomeness in his youth. After more than ten years, he once again appeared clearly in front of her.

Her breathing stagnated, and she couldn't make a sound for a while.

"Sorry, I'm busy now." After a long time, she hung up the phone, the red light in front of her turned green, she stared at the crowd that began to flow, hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath and walked to the other side.

She brushed past his shoulder without looking sideways, and heard the man's low but deep voice behind her: "

Do you have time to sit down and have a cup of tea together?"

She stopped and slowly turned her head. The cherry blossoms on the roadside were wantonly decadent in the wind, and the colorful fallen petals fell one by one in front of her.

The last ray of afterglow was swallowed by darkness. The streets of Tokyo were already brightly lit. The thick dark green flannel curtains in the president's office blocked the colorful night view outside. The chandelier above cast a yellow glow on the smooth floor.

Keigo Atobe leaned on the large sofa chair to read the documents, his legs elegantly crossed, his slender fingers wandering between the snow-white pages, making a slight rustling sound. Takuma Akiyama stood in front of him, lowered his head, and remained silent.

After a long time, the sound of the paper flipping stopped abruptly, and a thick stack of report documents was casually thrown onto the desk, making a rustling sound.

Akiyama slowly raised his head, but saw the gorgeous man behind the desk supporting his cheek with one hand, a sarcastic arc on the corner of his mouth: "It's quite covert, huh?"

"The vice president was in charge of these projects before. The funds with unknown flow were probably moved from here. The specific whereabouts are no longer traceable, but it should have entered the money laundering company?"

"What about the personal account, have you checked it?"

"It seems that a large amount of funds have flowed out recently. It seems that the controlling stake in AX Logistics was acquired half a month ago."

"The one that just acquired Hokkaido Futong Logistics?" Atobe snorted coldly, "I don't know when my uncle and the Hasegawa family have become so close."

His mind suddenly turned, but he lazily pulled the corner of his lips open: "Oh, it seems that this is not the first time."

"Master Jingwu..."

Akiyama spoke slowly, but hesitated and did not continue. Atobe just glanced at him: "Don't be anxious, I can still wait for this time."

"Yes, but Master." Akiyama nodded, and raised his head again, "According to the latest news, Attorney Kudo Ryoko of AE seems to have turned down Hasegawa Company's commission."

"Oh?"

"I heard that a new lawyer from AE will accept the commission from the opposing party."

Atobe Keigo narrowed his eyes, and a sharp cold edge flashed in the depths of his pupils.

Suddenly, he slightly curled the corners of his lips, picked up the mobile phone on the table and dialed a familiar number.

The pleasant ringtone rang several times in a row. The woman leaned on the exquisite seat in the box, opened the white flip cover of her mobile phone, stared at the faint light beam flickering on the screen for a long time, and then slowly pressed the answer button.

"So long, huh?" The gorgeous ending tone rose, as if a little dissatisfied because of the waiting.

She closed her eyes lazily: "What's the matter?"

"Where are you now? The housekeeper said you haven't gone home yet?"

"I'll go back to my old apartment to get something tonight. You don't have to wait for me."

Without giving him time to speak again, she hung up the phone on her own initiative. She opened her eyes again and looked at the man opposite her, whose face overlapped with the image in her memory. His face was wooden and expressionless.

"Is it him?" He spoke slowly without warning. When he took off his sunglasses, he showed a pair of deep and sharp eyebrows that had experienced vicissitudes of life. You could vaguely find traces of his heroic spirit when he was young.

She didn't say anything.

"I've seen him from a distance on some occasions. He is proud, cold, and has great means. He is worthy of being the son of Atobe Jingyi." The man sighed and said quietly, "But Youji, why must you choose him?"

She frowned and didn't speak.

"His world is too vast and his ambition is beyond control. In his heart, the most important things are always power and money. He had the heart to leave you alone in Rome. How can such a person be your lover..."

"Bang--" She put down the teacup heavily, and the harsh sound filled her eardrums.

"Why, you haven't shown up for more than ten years, and now you're back you're going to persuade me to divorce?" She laughed coldly, "If that's the case, why didn't you show up when the Tomokazu announced his marriage, and where were you when Seiichi passed away?"

She stood up, looking down at him, her expression stern, her eyes like frost: "You abandoned your wife and daughter and went across the ocean for your future, so what qualifications do you have to blame others? I've embarked on this path, whether it's glory or destruction, what does it have to do with you!" 

The man frowned, raised his eyes and looked at her deeply, sighed and didn't make too many excuses: "It's my fault that I haven't asked about you and your sister for a long time. But Youji, I'm not here to get your forgiveness this time." 

"Of course you don't have the qualifications!" For a moment she was extremely hateful, and raised the corner of her lips with a twitch, picked up her handbag, left her seat, and came to open the door of the box. 

"You Ji!" He called softly, staring at her back quietly, "It seems that we are no longer suitable to talk about it today. If you are interested in knowing what happened back then, I will tell you slowly, but before that you have to remember what I said tonight."