Chapter 29 Passionately

, he walked into his own front door and walked up the stairs to the second floor, but he was not in the bedroom. Tebe frowned slightly and stood at the door to loosen his slightly tight tie.

"Mrs. Ji is in the bathroom." As if he had noticed something, the housekeeper who had followed him all the way lowered his eyebrows behind him, "It seems to have been a long time."

"Got it." He said coldly, pulled off the tie around his neck, and turned around to go out.

When he reached the door of the bathroom, there was no sound of running water. Tebe lowered his head and frowned. His hand holding the door handle paused for only a moment, and then he pulled it open.

"Clang--" The glass sliding door made a sound, and the steaming mist hit his face.

After a few seconds, he finally adapted to the humid and hot air in the room, and a look of surprise emerged on his face uncontrollably.

The woman immersed her body in the misty bathtub, and closed her eyes, resting her head on the cold wall. Because she had been soaking for too long, her fair skin was faintly flushed, and there was a faint tired look between her eyebrows.

Atobe was speechless.

When you have something on your mind, not only will the bathing time be extended indefinitely, but there is also the possibility of falling asleep in the bathroom.

With a sigh, he leaned down to pull her out of the water.

As if she felt the approach of a strange breath, she opened her eyes alertly in an instant.

They were both stunned, and the ambiguous breath filled the humid air.

Coldly watching her cautiously curl up her body and immerse herself under the water, his eyes suddenly became sharp like the sharp thorns on a hedgehog. Atobe laughed at himself and took his hand leisurely: "You have occupied the bathroom for too long."

She stood still: "You go out, I'll be out soon."

Not long after, she came out of the bathroom, and neither of them spoke. Keigo Atobe leaned back in the sofa chair at the head of the bed and admired her as she fixed her hair in front of the mirror. She was wrapped in a white bathrobe, revealing only her slim ankles and slender white neck. Her wet hair cascaded down from the back of her head, and you could vaguely see water droplets rolling down, the glittering color disappearing in an instant.

His eyes passed over her shoulders, as sharp as a knife, and fell on the illusory image in the mirror. The woman's face was like a flower, delicate and graceful, and in a trance, there was a faint sigh.

The fingertips on the armrest trembled slightly, and Atobe stood up, approached silently, and wrapped his arms around her slender waist, gradually tightening.

A strong and overbearing breath suddenly filled her surroundings. She frowned and tried to break free, but she vaguely knew it was futile. She stared at the face and the dazzling tear mole that suddenly appeared in the mirror, and only murmured: "Atobe..." But

he didn't give her an answer, buried his head in her still damp neck, pecking and sucking all the way to grab the fresh scent of shower gel, feeling her struggle and then imprisoning her more deeply, and the delicate and dense kisses went around her neck and wandered to her lips, prying open her tightly bitten lips and teeth and going straight in, the smell of tobacco and cologne mixed, overbearing and firm, not to be refused.

He turned her shoulders, and held her in his arms against the cold floor mirror, and his hands around her waist began to grope restlessly. When he climbed up to the loose bow of the bathrobe at her waist, she held it alertly, and a rare panic expression flashed across her eyes.

Instantly, he stopped the invasion between his lips and teeth, but he did not mean to let go. There was no emotion in his handsome eyebrows. He just whispered in her ear: "How long are you going to hide?"

"How long are you going to hide?" He repeated, and the deep meaning in his eyes became more serious. "The past is the past. What will happen in the future? If you don't try, how can you know?"

"If you can't make up your mind, let me help you."

She didn't say anything, just stared at him blankly, until his kiss fell again, turning and sinking into the depths of her clothes, and tears fell down, wetting his eyelashes.

His palm wrapped around her fingertips, pulled out the loose belt tied around his waist, and the white robe slid down as promised, covering her ankles.

They hugged each other in the dark, his hands passed through her body, climbed up to the slightly raised butterfly bones on her back, and held them tightly together. The messy kisses and the messy black hair entangled, lingering all the way, leaving marks of varying depths. She sobbed softly, not knowing whether it was because of the pain of her first experience or because of the unknown confusion ahead. She just clung to his shoulders tightly, like a drowning person hugging a piece of driftwood.

The rain outside the window gradually became heavier, like the ebb and flow of the tide, rushing up the embankment.

"Hate me?"

After a long moan, she leaned against the head of the bed and pulled up the quilt to cover the traces of love. She listened to the sound of the rain outside the window out of boredom. Atobe stood up and looked at the tears on her face that had not dried yet, and suddenly spoke.

She couldn't see his expression clearly in the bleak sky. She was stunned for a moment and shook her head slightly: "I don't know."

Then his kiss fell, touching her forehead, as warm as jade, like a tree of cherry blossoms falling, brushing across the eyebrows and eyes.

When he woke up the next day, it was already bright. The curtains were opened without knowing when. The white sunlight filled his eyes. Atobe frowned and raised his hand to block his vision. After a long time, he opened his eyes and subconsciously reached his hand to his side. The king-size bed was messy and empty. He could faintly hear the sound of water splashing in the bathroom.

For a moment, he was a little dazed and could not confirm it.

When he realized that he was absent-minded, Atobe Keigo just curled his lips and sat up at the head of the bed. Just as he was about to pull off his messy clothes, his cell phone rang. His slender fingertips pushed open the cover. It was a voice message from his assistant Akiyama Takuma. It was short and concise, and the meaning was the same.

The chairman was discharged early in the afternoon.

Atobe frowned slightly. Atobe Keiyi's condition had improved a lot, and there was nothing wrong with being discharged two days early. It was just that the old man's sudden decision made people feel that things were not so simple.

She looked up today's schedule on her phone. In the afternoon, she drove to the hospital to pick up her father. In the evening, there was an inaugural reception for the new chairman of GS. Atobe smiled inexplicably, put on her clothes and got up.

After hearing the news, Terajima Yuuki was just slightly stunned and didn't say much. After lunch, she drove with Atobe to the Tokyo University Hospital to pick up Atobe Keiichi and take him back to her villa. She respectfully performed the etiquette of a son and daughter-in-law, and presented the freshly brewed Longjing tea. Her etiquette was thoughtful and impeccable.

"I thought my father would be discharged a few days later, so the preparations were a bit hasty." Atobe stood side by side with her and only exchanged a faint greeting.

"It's inconvenient to move around after staying in the ward for too long, so I came out early." After a period of recuperation, Atobe Jingyi's complexion has improved a lot. Sitting on the sofa in the living room, he smiled slightly, "Your uncle Oshitsuka suggested that I rest and recuperate, so I plan to move to the villa in Karuizawa in a few days. You should pay more attention to the company's affairs."

"I will take care of the company's affairs, you just have a good rest." Atobe was not too surprised and quickly agreed.

Atobe Jingyi smiled. At least so far, his son has not disappointed him, but... His eyes fell on the woman standing beside him, and his smile dimmed slightly, saying elegantly: "Youji, you have worked hard during this period."

The woman nodded and smiled in the usual greetings. Just as she was about to say something, the mobile phone beside her rang crisply, so she said sorry and hurried out the door.

Atobe looked at her back disappearing behind the door, and retracted his gaze again, with a bit of solemnity in his eyes.

"Father came back so urgently, is there something to say?"

"What do you think?" Atobe Jingyi asked back and put down the teacup in his hand: "Don't push Yuichi too hard."

Atobe raised the corner of his mouth slightly, turned his back, stood with his hands behind his back facing the crimson afterglow outside the window, the lines of his profile were as hard as stone, and he laughed coldly: "My uncle is really famous. I trouble you to plead for him. Father, you really don't know what he did?"

"Let's settle the family accounts behind closed doors." Atobe Jingyi said lightly, "At this point, his more than ten years of business have fallen through. If he continues to dig deeper, the reputation of the Atobe chaebol will not be good."

"If the tumor cannot be completely removed, the remaining poison will spread throughout the body." Atobe glanced sideways slightly, "It was because my father worried too much back then that he let him get away with it until today!"

"Master Jingwu!"

The assistant Sugiyama Keisuke standing beside him frowned rarely and shouted in a low voice. When he looked up, Atobe's sharp eyes with a bit of probing deep meaning entered his eyes. The old assistant's eyes were panicked and he hurriedly avoided it.

Atobe Jingyi did not mean to be angry, but was silent for a long time, his expression was like a pool of cold water.

After a while, he slowly said: "It is not necessarily a bad thing to have some concerns, Jingwu, this time you really didn't have any concerns?"

Atobe turned around, narrowed his narrow eyes, and a dangerous aura flashed by.

"GS Bank withdrew its loan to Hasegawa Logistics for no reason. Was it really just because they said they were not optimistic about Hasegawa Logistics' business? Or was it because the new chairman is Ji's father that they helped behind the scenes?"

Atobe frowned, then relaxed and smiled: "Sure enough, Lane Lindsay, also known as Terajima Kyosuke, his father knew about it?"

Atobe Jingyi ignored him and continued: "Regardless of what the man has done after being missing for so long, and what plans he has when he returns to Tokyo this time, there is a fact that we cannot deny. GS has been hesitant in the Japanese market for many years, but has never given up the plan to go deeper. The headquarters airdropped a Japanese executive from Wall Street, which may be a signal. In this case, Atobe Securities will sooner or later face new challenges." Don't

expose your weaknesses to the enemy.

Don't provide conditions for the enemy to attack.

Especially when preparing to deal with another enemy.

Atobe Keigo raised his eyebrows, pursed his thin lips, and smiled faintly: "Is this what my father is worried about?"

"It seems that you have thought about it."

"Ah, I am planning to meet this father-in-law tonight." Atobe's smile became wider.

"Do you want to bring Ji with you?"

"The rift between them is too deep, I am afraid it will be unpleasant."

Atobe Keiji answered evasively, and just smiled slightly: "Then, I think you already know what I mean, you deal with it yourself."

He stood up from the sofa and slowly walked to the bedroom upstairs.

Sugiyama Keisuke hesitated for a moment, and followed him silently.

The setting sun shone in from the French window, a gorgeous crimson beam.

There was a slight sound at the door, and Atobe turned his head to look, only to see a flash of Qingjun's figure at the entrance of the living room, so he lowered his eyelids and slightly pulled the thin lines on his lips.

"That person is finally back."

Walking into the bedroom and pushing open the transparent window, a gentle breeze blew in, carrying the residual heat of the day that had not yet subsided, and a faint feeling of burning desolation.

The chairman of the Atobe Zaibatsu looked up, and countless vivid faces in his memory were omitted one by one, and the dust danced, "There has been no news for more than 20 years. Although I don’t know why, he is back after all." "

Chairman..." The assistant who had been following him for many years sighed softly, as if sighing for the years that had passed, and then he lowered his voice and suppressed it a little, "Master Jingwu seems to have noticed something, those things back then..."

Atobe Jingyi did not speak, but closed his eyes silently, and took out an exquisite pendant from the inner pocket of his suit, a delicate silver chain, an exquisite oval pendant, and pushed it open with his thumb. The yellowed portrait of a woman more than 20 years ago, shallow and arrogant, the voice and appearance are still there.