Chapter 39 Position

What kind of incident happened in the past that made you so taboo?

When Atobe Keigo asked this, the father was silent for a long time.

The bustling street scene of Tokyo at night was projected on the large glass windows, and the colorful lights moved silently on it.

"Lane Lindsay, no, it's Kyosuke Terajima." He spoke after a long time. "When we were studying together at Harvard, he was just a gentle and indifferent young man, very outstanding, but easy-going, never arguing with others. Compared with us, the children of wealthy families, his eyes and smile were more pure, just like the sunshine in spring, which made people feel comfortable." "

But more than 20 years later, when he stood in front of the media, except for his sophistication and sharpness, I could no longer find the feeling of the past." He changed the subject, "What changed him? Leaving his hometown, his wife and children separated, begging on the streets, people who have experienced such hardships have achieved success, and once they want to do something, they have unimaginable obsession. Jingwu, it is undeniable that you have been excellent since childhood, but this is your unavoidable weakness."

Atobe Jingwu was slightly stunned, and the facial contours hidden in the light and shadow stiffened slightly.

"A true financier will never forget the responsibilities and risks he bears because of personal feelings."

Atobe Jingyi stood up and patted his shoulder. The voice was not loud, but it seemed to be more than a thousand pounds.

An inexplicable light flashed in the dark grey pupils of Atobe, and he lowered his eyelids and bowed his head slightly: "Yes, father."

"It's late, go back and accompany Yuki well."

Sugiyama Keisuke waited for a long time in the outer room of the private room, and finally saw Atobe Keigo push open the door and walk out, pursing his lips tightly, his complexion was not bright, he only glanced at him lightly, and called the tall man standing beside him: "Karachi, let's go."

The master and servant left one after another.

Sugiyama Keisuke just pushed the door and entered the inner room of the private room, and Atobe Keiji had already stood up, looking at the brightly lit city night scene outside the window, his eyes were somewhat vast and far-reaching.

"Chairman, Master Keiji." He paused, "It seems that he is investigating what happened that year."

"Let him go, he will know what he should know."

Atobe Keiji did not speak for a long time, just sighed and stopped talking.

When he went back, Atobe was in a bad mood, and even Karachi, who looked dull and honest, noticed it.

The car stopped at the door of his villa, but he did not rush in. He just slowly rolled down the window, lit a cigarette, and sat on the window sill for a long time without saying a word.

When the wind started to blow at night, he suddenly put out the cigarette in his hand, pushed open the car door and walked out.

The house was very quiet, and the light in the living room was soft. The woman curled up on the sofa wrapped in a blanket and took a nap. The coffee table was piled with messy case files, and a stack of printed manuscripts in her hand had quietly slipped away at some point.

Jibe couldn't help but pull the corner of his mouth.

It has been more than a week since Youji was discharged from the hospital, and his complexion has gradually improved. However, he is still thinking about the accumulated business in the law firm when he stays at home.

He bent down to pick up the case files that fell on the ground, sat quietly on the edge of the sofa, and looked at her sleeping face with no makeup on. The usual sharpness was restrained a little, and there was a bit of softness and elegance.

Atobe looked at her intently, wondering whether he should let her continue sleeping or carry her back to the bedroom. His slightly stiff face softened a little, and he reached out to pull the blanket up a little. She was a light sleeper, and she woke up with a moan.

"You're back?" She sat up, wearing a loose home pajamas, and her eyes were a little hazy.

"Go back to the bedroom to sleep. What if you catch a cold lying here alone?" Atobe looked at her for a long time, and finally just breathed a sigh of relief.

"I was just reading the materials and I'm a little tired."

"Don't you have Tezuka and your assistant to follow you about the office? Why are you worrying about these things when you're weak?"

"I've almost recovered. If I stay here for such a long time, I'll get sick." You Ji smiled faintly and leaned back on the sofa with her knees hugged. "I plan to go back to work next week, otherwise the performance that has just improved in the past six months will fall."

She adjusted her sitting posture and was about to stand up to tidy up the messy materials on the coffee table, but he grabbed her back and held her in his arms.

"Why are you working so hard? It's not like I can't afford to support you."

His arm was around her waist, his pointed chin lazily resting on her shoulder, and his voice was a little lazy.

She was slightly startled, and twitched her lips lightly: "If you don't do anything, you will get suffocated."

"Then come to the headquarters to help me."

"Keigo." She seemed to be somewhat alert, and struggled out of his arms slightly, "You didn't mention these things at the beginning."

Before she finished speaking, she felt his arms tightened, and turned her head to the side, and the man's sharp eyes entered her eyes, intertwined with vague anger, dark and inexplicable.

The woman's expression froze, and she realized that she had said something wrong, but she just moved her lips and didn't say anything else.

Atobe's face became more and more unfriendly. After a long stalemate, he suddenly picked her up and went upstairs to the bedroom on the second floor. The soft feeling of the bed wrapped around her thin back. She just felt something was wrong and wanted to struggle, but his kiss became fierce, overbearing and strong, plundering the breath between her lips and teeth, almost suffocating her.

"Atobe!"

She finally lost her composure and shouted his last name fiercely in the gap between her struggles. So he finally stopped, loosened the shackles, and panted slightly. The slightly panicked expression of the woman opposite him fell into his eyes. His heart trembled slightly, and he actually felt a little guilty. Only

then did he realize that they were both a little abnormal today, and the complicated emotions were inexplicably intertwined.

"You know?" He looked at her, the obscurity and violence in his eyes gradually faded, and finally returned to the clarity of the past, but his voice was low, with an indescribable sense of frustration, "Sometimes I really want to break your wings so that you can never fly out again."

You Ji was slightly stunned.

Atobe had already pulled the quilt for her, stood up, and opened the bedroom door: "I'll go to the study tonight, you have a good rest."

Then he went downstairs without looking back to see her reaction.

The table lamp in the living room was still on, and the not-so-dazzling light enveloped the surroundings of the coffee table, soft but a little lonely.

He stood on the steps with his hands behind his back for a long time, and then he pulled the corner of his mouth in self-mockery.

Sure enough, I lost my composure, he thought.

He walked down slowly, walked to the sofa, and slowly sorted out the slightly messy pile of information. Suddenly, the front page of a newspaper came into view.

It was the report in the morning, which was previously buried in the pile of information files and had not been noticed.

Sure enough, he knew.

Atobe's dark gray eyes flashed slightly, and only one or two slightly bitter arcs appeared at the corners of his mouth. He snorted coldly, let go of his hand and turned into the study. The newspaper fell lightly behind him and lay quietly on the white sofa.

Obviously she was wronged, but she never cried, and she was not even interested in questioning. She had an indifferent and desolate expression. If it were not for the only stubbornness and alienation, Atobe would almost doubt that she really didn't care.

If their contract ended one day, would she turn around and leave without looking back?

Afterwards, Jibe felt that his anger that day came out of nowhere, but he had nowhere to vent it. Fortunately, he became busier in the next few days. He got up early every day and went out, and came back later at night. He often came in with the smell of alcohol after socializing after Yuki had already fallen asleep. After washing in the bathroom, he walked into the bedroom quietly.

A week later, Yuki returned to the office to work. Jibe didn't say anything, but just gave a few instructions. It seemed that the little unhappiness that day had gradually been forgotten.

Yuki felt that his mood was strange recently, and her mind moved, but she didn't say anything else.

She couldn't sort out her own mood yet, and she didn't have the energy to care about others, let alone the complicated man in front of her.

After returning to the law firm, she was soon overwhelmed by a pile of desk work and cases. The sharp drop in business volume directly affected her performance and year-end evaluation. She had to work harder to catch up and put those annoying trivial matters behind her, which was a lot quieter.

Although Atobe handled the miscarriage in a low-key manner, there were still some groundless rumors within the firm. In addition, the grand engagement ceremony between the Yokotani and Hasegawa families had not been long ago, and it had not yet been completely eliminated from people's gossip. Occasionally, when it was mentioned in person, even if he was reluctant, he had to pretend to be calm and deal with it.

"What a bunch of people, is it necessary to expose people's scars in person?"

Sakai Otonashi was very dissatisfied, but he couldn't help but look angry: "But then again, what's so great about the Yokotani family? Senior, does your young master really plan to let it go like this?"

So what?

Youji always just asked back lightly, with a slightly curved corner of his mouth, a nonchalant arc.

The world of men is complicated and treacherous, surrounded by wolves, and every decision is related to success or failure. When can it be controlled by momentary emotions and hatred?

Even a gorgeous and flamboyant person like Atobe Keigo may not be without concerns.

To put it another way, even if he disregards everything for some reason one day, it may not necessarily be for you.

A woman's own path must be in her own hands after all.

Occasionally, she would think of the anger in Atobe's eyes and the slightly violent kiss that night. She could vaguely guess a little, but the rest was still ignorant.

It was not until a month later when the new financial derivatives launched by GS Japan Branch were launched and swept the securities market that she became somewhat alert.

GS Investment Bank, which has been hesitant in the Japanese market for several years, has finally taken the first step to expand the Japanese market after the latest Japanese executives were airborne. The momentum is strong and cannot be underestimated. Even the leading local industry leader Atobe Securities has to feel the potential crisis and is forced to fight. Whether it is intentional or not, GS's expansion move undoubtedly shows a radical attitude. The competition between it and Atobe Securities has already begun after everyone has been looking forward to it for a long time. Chuhe Handi, competing head-on.

It seems that such a strong enemy is ready to go, and I am afraid that even Atobe Keigo has to consider the consequences of being attacked from both sides.

But this opponent was her own biological father.

She could only curl her lips helplessly, sitting by the glass window of the coffee shop, looking up at the towering GS Bank Japan headquarters building across the noisy street. The bright sunlight shot into her eyes like a sword. She couldn't help but close her eyes and sighed. She was really too slow.

"You Ji."

The man's slightly cold voice swept through a few ripples in the air. She suddenly realized and retracted her gaze. The young man with brown hair and a little light gold was looking at her silently through the frameless glasses on his nose. Finally, she realized her loss of composure, turned her head, and bowed slightly to the customer sitting opposite her with a little apology. Tezuka Kunimitsu

looked at the woman who had just come back to her senses in front of him and only frowned slightly.

The assistant lady beside her was concentrating on taking notes and did not notice the slightest ripple.

Fortunately, it was not a very formal meeting. I only got a general understanding of the case and ended the brief meeting. I said goodbye to the other party. It was three or four o'clock in the afternoon. The sun was setting. The afterglow was like honey flowing out of an overturned honey pot, pouring on the bustling streets of Ginza.

"The problem shouldn't be that big. The other party doesn't have much chance of winning. I think we can try to reach an out-of-court settlement. There's no need to go to court again."

"I agree. Let's find a time tomorrow to discuss the general plan." She nodded in agreement with her partner's opinion, and told the assistant beside her, "Go back and sort out the information first."

Sakai Otono responded, and the three of them walked down the steps at the door of the store, crossed the zebra crossing on the sidewalk, and walked towards the subway entrance opposite. Youji turned her head slightly. The building of GS Bank's Japanese headquarters was towering into the sky. The plexiglass exterior wall exuded a metallic luster under the afterglow of the sunset. Before she could look away, a black Porsche had stopped at the gate. A man in a black suit got off the car. As if he had sensed something, he looked over here with a sidelong glance. She didn't have time to dodge. She only paused for a moment, turned her head and quickened her pace, blending into the crowded crowd.

The father and daughter who had been separated for more than ten years were now in a very strange position.

She curled her lips in self-mockery, standing in the subway station waiting for the next train, when her cell phone rang.

"You Ji." Unexpectedly, it was a man's low and hoarse voice, "Since you are here, come up and sit down."