Chapter 34 Out of Control

The afternoon court hearing was about a dispute over a construction contract.

She has recently stopped focusing on economic disputes and has begun to try various other types of cases, even trivial matters such as divorces and fights. This may be thanks to Atobe Keigo. The title of Mrs. Atobe has raised her worth, but after all, the Atobe Zaibatsu is a financial giant in the industry. With its complex interests, it is inevitable that some people will be concerned. If she continues to stick to economic cases, her business area may become too narrow. Trying to broaden the road may not be the right choice.

A person stood at the defense seat and talked eloquently, with meticulous and impeccable logic. Looking over at the audience seats, it was dark, but there was almost no special feeling. He just spoke clear and fluently with the interlocking thoughts in his mind.

When the court was adjourned, he came down from the defense seat. Tezuka Kunimitsu was just looking up from his notes. Their eyes met and then turned away quietly.

The young man who was sitting in the audience box sorting out the transcript was about to lower his head, but suddenly stopped and pushed the delicate glasses on his nose: "I'm in good shape."

Lawyer Tezuka spoke, which was rare.

She actually curled the corners of her lips with a bit of amusement. After all, since the last unpleasant confrontation, neither of them had mentioned that matter. Everyone in the office was busy with their own things, and apart from the necessary communication in official business, there was little private communication.

"It's just normal performance."

"You've been more energetic recently."

"Really?" She thought for a while, "That's right, I've been working hard for the past year." It

was about this time last year. My younger brother died in an accident, then I got married, and I was shot in Rome. After returning, I was involved in all kinds of strange events. My life completely changed its track. Even the performance that was originally worthy of pride plummeted at this time.

She sat silently in the seat next to him and looked at the empty space in front of her, the judge's seat, the defendant's seat, the plaintiff's seat, and the witness stand. She suddenly raised her eyebrows. Life is such an incredible thing.

"I went to my uncle's house today." After a moment, she said quietly, "I thought I would never go back, but when I went, I didn't feel as angry as I imagined."

Tezuka Kunimitsu was stunned for a moment, slightly turned his face, and waited quietly for her next words.

"Do you know why I wanted to be a lawyer in the first place?" She looked ahead calmly, "At that time, I just wanted to seek justice in that way, but when I really got my lawyer's license, I knew it was impossible to do that."

"Yuki..."

"If Mr. Ito knew that I had such an idea, he would definitely kick me out, right?" She laughed at herself, "Tezuka, compared to you, I'm not pure enough."

"That's not the question." Tezuka frowned and shook his head slightly, as if he was carefully choosing his words, "I just don't want... I don't want to see you live just for revenge. There are too many things to have in life. If there is only hatred left, it's not worth it."

The woman raised her eyelids and glanced at his sharp profile, smiled faintly, and wanted to say something, but the trial was about to continue, so she stood up and walked to the defense seat.

The defense in the second half became intense, so her words began to be aggressive, but her logic was impeccable. When the trial was about to end, the outcome had been quietly decided.

Tezuka Kunimitsu sat in the audience and watched her calm face and eloquent appearance. He was a little absent-minded for a moment, vaguely feeling that some unspeakable emotions were accumulating under her calm appearance. He wanted to analyze it carefully, but he didn't know where to start.

At the end, he declined the client's invitation to dinner. The two walked out of the gate of the court side by side. The night was gradually getting darker, and the neon lights on the street were lit up one after another.

Tezuka Kunimitsu pushed the glasses on his nose, turned his head to look at the woman in a black formal dress next to him, and wanted to say something, but he heard the horn of a car in the distance, and a black Lincoln with an A logo appeared at the intersection in the distance.

Youji was stunned for a moment, and the corner of her mouth raised a helpless arc. She raised her face and nodded slightly to the man in front of her: "It's late, I'll go back first."

She turned and walked a few steps towards the Lincoln, and stopped and looked back as if she remembered something.

"Maybe I'm hesitating," she stood on the brightly lit streets of Tokyo, with the background of deep night and colorful neon lights, "But Tezuka, I will fight on, even if I'm alone."

The young man with light golden hair looked at the woman who was almost drowned in the bustling crowd on the street through the transparent and cold resin lenses, and saw her pale face, which was rendered by the gorgeous colors of the street lights, and was almost gorgeous and sad.

Then she turned and left, and the black windbreaker over the narrow suit was fluttering.

Atobe Keigo parked the car on the side of the road, and the woman in black came towards him, opened the door on the passenger side, and got into the car after pulling up the open windbreaker.

Atobe took off his sunglasses and looked at her sideways. Because she was going to court, she was dressed in formal attire today, with straight slim trousers, a delicate white shirt and a narrow black suit. There was a light golden lawyer badge on the collar. She was wrapped in a black windbreaker, which added a bit of coldness.

"You have a good eye. You noticed it from such a long distance."

"Master Atobe, do you think you are not eye-catching enough?" She lowered her eyelids lazily, "I'm just afraid that you are too ostentatious."

"No, you are a busy lawyer. I'm afraid I can't invite you if I don't come in person." Atobe laughed, pulled the corners of his mouth proudly, and didn't forget to add a gorgeous upturned ending tone, "Ah, huh?"

So she could only roll her eyes helplessly.

"What's the matter?"

"Let's find a place to eat first." He didn't answer, but lowered his head to start the car. The black Lincoln drove through the long street with bright lights, low-key but luxurious.

Dinner was authentic French cuisine. The private room on the top floor had a view of the bustling night scene of Ginza through the window.

"You don't look like you're in a very bad mood."

"Why do you think I'm in a bad mood?"

"It's always like this," he chuckled. "You go to a place you don't want to go to reluctantly. Although you don't say anything, you may not feel comfortable in your heart."

"I remember you said that you have to face it even if you reject it." Youji just said lightly, cut a small piece of steak and put it into his mouth nonchalantly, raised his head and looked at the person opposite, "Besides, I didn't feel unhappy this time."

"Hmm?" Atobe raised the corner of his mouth, with a hint of playful smile, "I'm very curious about it."

She ignored him and lowered her head. After a while, she said leisurely, "My uncle seems to have some doubts."

Atobe was slightly stunned, and curled the corners of his lips calmly, "That shouldn't be a bad thing, especially for you."

"It depends on how you deal with it."

"My uncle and Mrs. Hasegawa were indeed a couple back then. I will verify other things."

Yuki raised her eyelids, but was not too surprised. She just lowered her head and cut the butter bread on the plate: "He should be worried about more than just this matter."

Atobe pushed away the cups and plates in front of him, leaned in the private room and looked at her quietly. After a long time, he suddenly said: "Is it so difficult for you to ask me for something?"

"No, I'm just estimating the price I have to pay."

Atobe frowned slightly, and the corners of his mouth twitched twice: "If we prosper together, we prosper together, and if we suffer together, we suffer together . Do I need to remind you of this?"

She looked up at him, and the warm light in the room hit the corners of her eyes, making her feel a little dazed.

Without saying a word, she lowered her head silently, focusing on the food in front of her.

The floors below the restaurant are major fashion stores. Coming out and walking down the escalator, you can see a dazzling array of clothes and accessories, colorful and prosperous.

"What did you do when you were alone in the past?"

"Huh?" She was surprised that he asked this suddenly, and after thinking for a while, she said, "Sleeping, reading, surfing the Internet, taking care of Chengyi, and cleaning the house, that's about it."

"Don't you go shopping?"

"Occasionally." "

Rare women."

"Huh?"

"Don't they say that women are born to like shopping and buying clothes?"

"I'm just not keen on it."

"Come to think of it, you haven't bought any new clothes recently. Since you're here, let's go shopping."

"I don't have my card with me. Do you want to be my ATM?"

"Are you so uncomfortable accepting my kindness?"

Before she knew it, the elevator had reached the end. She stumbled and her body swayed. He quickly reached out and grabbed her arm, but had no intention of letting go.

"You don't seem to have any sense of self-consciousness at all, huh?" She noticed his unkind tone and looked up, only to see him just pulling the elegant lip line, "It doesn't matter, then start learning from now on. If you want to go shopping for clothes or accept my gifts, just tell me what you want. I will teach you step by step."

Before he finished speaking, he took her hand and walked towards the nearest window. The palm of her hand was slightly painful because it was held too tightly. Youji frowned and looked at the elegant man beside her who was pursing his lips. Atobe Keigo, was actually angry?

The rest of the time was spent in the bustling major shopping malls in Ginza. When Atobe was in a good mood, even God had to accompany him to go crazy, so she didn't say anything more and simply closed her eyes and let him go. Versace, Chanel, LV... fashion, she appreciates it, but she is not passionate about it, let alone chasing after it. She tries on long dresses, short skirts, furs, and long boots one by one. Standing in front of the large dressing mirror and looking at her radiant reflection, she feels as if she is in another world.

I think the innocent dream of many women when they were young was to wander in the bustling streets of Ginza and Shibuya, trying on the new dresses of the season one by one, with a gentle and considerate boy behind her carrying her handbag.

Although it is cliché, it is just like that after all.

When I went back, the sky was full of stars. I turned on the light in the bedroom, and I loosened my hands and threw the large and small paper bags in my hands onto the sofa beside me. Then I lazily fell into the soft Kingsize bed, rubbed my slightly numb feet, and closed my eyes slightly.

Shopping is a physical activity, which further reveals the nature of women's love of beauty, but sometimes it is just a way to vent. She lazily raised her eyelids and glanced at the various shopping bags piled on the sofa not far away. She was not in a good mood, but she did not deny that the suffocation in her chest had dissipated somehow.

Suddenly, she felt a chill on her eyelids and opened her eyes. After parking the car, Atobe came upstairs and sat on the edge of the bed, leaning over to look at her.

"Tired?"

"Not bad."

"Tomorrow I'll ask someone to deal with the cooperation project with Hasegawa Company." He liked her face lying quietly at this moment, and his slender white fingertips wandered along her cheeks and sank into her slightly messy hair.

Youji did not resist his action, but just looked at him steadily: "Atobe..."

He sealed her lips with his fingertips: "Don't easily accept gifts from others, but Youji, am I an outsider to you?"

The woman was stunned and did not speak.

He leaned over, put his arm around her waist, and looked into her eyes from an inch or two away. The teardrop mole at the bottom of his eye suddenly became glaring: "Get used to it from now on. You are qualified."

He put so much thought into it just to make her understand this.

Her eyes suddenly became blurred, and she could not see sadness or joy. Only a slightly wet breath floated up to the corners of her eyes. She didn't know how to answer. She just twitched the corners of her mouth awkwardly, raised a faint arc, turned her head away, and no longer looked into his eyes.

Atobe rarely saw her smile so softly, and he didn't care about her ambiguous attitude. He slowly tightened his arms and hugged the woman in his arms: "Well, there is one more thing I must say."

"What?"

"I don't like the idea of ​​making an appointment." He raised his hand to lift the hair on her cheek, "Compared to this, I prefer a one-time buyout."

Then his kiss fell, the touch was cold, but there was a suppressed warmth. She was caught off guard and was forced to raise her head to accept, letting the moist and hot breath go deep, then wandering all the way, chin, neck, and even delicate collarbone.

His eyes were clear, and he peeled her out of the shackles of clothes layer by layer, suit jacket, shirt buttons, slender fingertips with the slight warmth of his body all the way around her waistline along the beautiful curve of her back to unbutton her underwear, and the delicately textured black bra slid down like a sad and beautiful butterfly.

Atobe, whether it is money, power, or passionate feelings, once you get used to it and can't give it up, but suddenly lose it, what should I do?

When her consciousness was on the verge of collapse, she suddenly thought of it.

Then her reason was swallowed up.

When she woke up in the middle of the night, she stood at the window and looked at the white moon in the autumn night. Her pajamas were draped over her shoulders, which was very thin.

"Aren't you cold standing here?" Suddenly, she was hugged from behind. The man's voice was low, but it couldn't hide the low-key luxury under the repression.

"But I need to be awake."

She didn't look back, but just murmured. The voice was too soft for him to hear clearly. He just frowned and looked down at her.

"Do you feel so insecure when you are with me?"

"No, I'm just afraid of this feeling."

"What feeling?"

The feeling of being out of control.

She said silently in her heart.

An out-of-control heart, a hesitant will, and an uncontrollable future.

The so-called love is really too thin an emotion, far less reliable than the entanglement of interests. If all those complicated interests are cut off, can this thin thread still be maintained?

She turned around slowly, raised her eyelids to look at his dark gray eyes, gritted her teeth, but didn't say it after all.

Once she opened her mouth, the war between hearts would be defeated if her weakness was seen.

The wind blew in from the window, and she shrank a little, and finally shrank into his arms, pressed against his delicate chest, and absorbed some warmth.

Atobe had been looking down at her for a long time, and the woman's hidden struggle fell into his eyes. He sighed softly, not knowing whether it was disappointment or comfort. He just slowly hugged her tightly, lowered his head and kissed her softly, without any kisses, just like a dragonfly skimming the water.

"Atobe..."

"Are you going to call me like this forever?"

She raised her eyelids, and the blurred light and shadow in her eyes flashed: "kei...go..."

His body stiffened, but the kiss became more passionate, groping and wandering all the way, through her empty pajamas, vaguely showing the blue marks after lovemaking.

So she finally gave up thinking, closed her eyes, and let her thoughts flow uncontrollably.