Chapter 5 First Kiss

"The department meeting is scheduled for 10 a.m., remember not to be late."

"Okay, I know."

"Are you still entertaining clients?"

"Well, I have a cocktail party and can't leave for the time being. Tezuka, can you go check on Seiichi for me tonight?"

"I'll go after I finish reading the remaining case files. Don't be too late either. Be careful when you go back."

The cold and steady male voice on the other end of the phone suddenly stopped. Terashima Yuuki closed her phone and walked out of the secluded corner of the corridor. The warm light in the corridor shone on her body, outlining a cold temperament.

Hasegawa Shu leaned against the wall and quietly admired her walking over, and was silent for a while.

When her skirt brushed against the marble floor in front of him, she suddenly said: "Is Seiichi okay?"

Terashima Yuuki stopped and glanced at her indifferently: "Fine."

Then she turned around and was held by his hand.

"Yuuki..."

"What?" She asked back, with an indifferent and innocent expression.

"Why are you here?"

Hasegawa Shu took his hand back embarrassedly, feeling angry.

"This has nothing to do with you, right?" She felt impatient. "Master Hasegawa, I think I have made my words clear enough. Please don't bother me anymore."

"Atobe Keigo is too dangerous. It's no good to get too close to him."

She turned around and was about to leave, but heard him suddenly say behind her.

"Please don't say anything about the client in front of me." She turned back. "I will judge for myself whether it is good or bad."

"Yuki!" Shu frowned, and a few complex colors flowed in his eyes, as if he was suppressing some emotions, and he was speechless for a while.

"Hasegawa-kun, you seem to have occupied my dance partner for a long time, huh?"

With a lazy and gorgeous voice, Atobe Keigo walked over in a square step, wearing a white suit and a purple shirt. Under the blurred lights, the scenery was extremely beautiful.

Back in the hall, the dance music has been changed several times. This time it is a melodious waltz, floating mellowly and gracefully over the dance floor.

Unwillingly being dragged into the dance floor by Atobe, Terajima Yuki was no stranger to such a soothing dance. The two of them fell on the bright floor, looking like a perfect couple.

"How does it feel to reminisce about the past with your cousin, eh?"

He leaned over to whisper, taking advantage of his height, and the scent of cologne was close to her ears.

"I have nothing to do with him."

Her words revealed a sense of boredom. Atobe Keigo noticed this and raised his eyebrows, moving closer to her. His voice was full of magnetism: "Whether you like it or not, once you decide to enter this circle, you have to deal with certain people."

"Don't you have a choice?" She sneered at herself, "It feels like signing a contract to sell yourself."

"I didn't force you." He chuckled and tightened his arms around her waist. Her delicate purple-gray hair fell on her shoulders. His delicate breath brushed against the skin of her neck, and the numbness made her frown slightly.

In the eyes of others, it was already an extremely ambiguous scene.

"Then, let's finish this dance and go down." She sighed, "I don't know how many daughters of noble families are staring at me now. Is it necessary for Atobe-kun to embarrass me like this?"

Without looking up, she could already feel the sharp gazes of surprise, envy and jealousy from all corners.

Atobe Keigo raised an arrogant and gorgeous smile: "I thought you were fearless."

It was the end of the dance, and he put his arm around her waist and turned to the dance floor.

Someone came up to chat with her immediately. Terajima Yuki took the opportunity to withdraw, sat at the bar, and asked the bartender for a glass of ice water, using the cool air on the wall of the glass to cool down the temperature of her fingertips.

"Bang——"

Someone came over from the side, and the exquisite high-footed glass hit the bar heavily. In the crisp sound of the glass hitting, the crimson liquid splashed into the low air.

She raised her head and it was the woman in the purple-red dress just now. Her carefully decorated face became distorted because of the strong anger she was holding back.

"Why are you here!" What she really wanted to ask was, "How are you and--"

"It has nothing to do with you, right?" Youji raised her eyebrows impatiently, "Why are you and your brother asking the same question?"

"Don't use Brother Shu to pressure me!" The other party could hardly hide her resentful expression, "How can a woman of low birth like you be qualified to stand here! Get out now!"

Terajima Youji only felt disgusted.

"Ms. Hasegawa." She slowly reached out to play with the delicate texture on the wall of the cup, lowering her eyelids, "Please speak more respectfully, otherwise, and may be suspected of slander and defamation."

"You--" Hasegawa Yumi's delicate face became more distorted, raised her hand to pick up the wine glass, and the crimson fragrant liquid rushed towards her.

"Hua La--"

Time and space froze at this point, Oshitari Yuuji hugged the beauty and sat in the corner, almost spitting out a mouthful of red wine, and the socialites in the corner looked over here one after another, with colorful expressions on their faces changing rapidly.

The dripping feeling when the liquid was poured brought a coolness.

Yuuki Terajima looked down at the wet shawl, gritted her teeth and suppressed her disgust, took the towel handed over by the waiter, wiped her wet hair and cheeks, and said lightly: "You insult others in public with words, actions or other means, I think I can sue you for infringement."

"You——" Hasegawa Yumi was furious, and raised her beautiful arms in the air, but someone grabbed her wrist fiercely.

"Have you had enough fun, ah?" Atobe Keigo stood in front of him, his narrow eyes narrowed under his purple-gray hair, flashing a sharp and dangerous color.

"Atobe (Master)?"

Hasegawa Yumi's delicate face immediately showed a bewildered expression, and Terajima Yuki's indifferent expression finally changed a little. There was

a commotion around.

"Hasegawa-kun, you'd better keep an eye on this little wild cat that can bite people, ah?" The young master of the Atobe chaebol coldly glanced at Hasegawa Shu who came over after hearing the sound, and suddenly let go of his hand, and Hasegawa Yumi fell into her brother's arms as if she had lost weight.

Shu instinctively supported her, standing with his back to the light, and his expression could not be seen. He just lowered his eyes and sighed: "Sorry, my sister drank too much today, I will apologize another day."

After saying that, he put his arm around Yumi's shoulders, and his side eyes lingered on the cold woman for a moment, and turned around.

But it caused Hasegawa Yumi to struggle: "Why do you want me to leave, brother, even you don't help me!"

"Shut up."

Shu whispered, and a cold beam of light flashed in his eyes, cutting off her cry like a knife.

A cocktail party that was whitewashed was torn off its bright coat, and the atmosphere in the venue became weird.

Atobe Keigo snapped his fingers to stop the commotion that was spreading like ripples. He turned around and frowned at the woman who was looking down and silent. Her wet hair and messy clothes made her look a little embarrassed. Her pursed lips and silence were permeated with the desolation of the night.

"You, can't you hide for a while?"

He snorted coldly, pulled the corner of his mouth apart, took the towel beside him, and slid it down her cheek. The moment he touched her, she avoided him calmly.

"I think I'd better go back first."

"Then I'll take you there." Keigo Atobe raised his tightly pursed lips slightly, and glanced at Oshitari who was leaning on the side to watch the show: "I'll leave this to you, huh?"

Along the way was the prosperous night scene of Tokyo. The bustling crowds in the night market and the bright neon lights on the streets intertwined into a gorgeous film. The movie was played all the way. The slightly cool autumn night breeze came in through the gaps in the window. 

Sitting in the co-pilot seat of the Rolls-Royce, Yuki Terajima had already removed the wet shawl, casually put on the short black suit he brought with him, and leaned his head against the window and closed his eyes to take a nap. From time to time, the warm light of the street lamp passed through the corner of his eyes, and he could vaguely discern a bit of tiredness. 

Atobe controlled the direction, occasionally glanced sideways, and then withdrew his eyes expressionlessly. 

Even after her scars were exposed and she was severely humiliated, the woman wrapped in a tight black suit still looked at people with an indifferent expression, but her eyes were vast and sad, making people feel panic involuntarily. 

There was never a lack of women around Keigo Atobe. The beautiful eyebrows and eyes of those beautiful women were either dignified and elegant, or fierce and passionate, or greedy and seductive, but she had never seen such desolation. 

Feelings and hatred, joy and sadness, or ambition and yearning, all were wiped out with just a glance. 

He drove out of the bustling streets of Ginza and turned to the side road. The tear mole at the corner of his eye was looming in the dim light and shadow. 

The pleasant ringtone suddenly broke the silence in the car. 

Terajima Yuki sat up and took out her mobile phone from her handbag. 

"Hello?" 

"Are you not back yet?" 

The man's magnetic voice full of coolness came from the other end, and she seemed to relax all of a sudden and leaned on him again to make a soft back. 

"It's almost time. How are you doing? Where's Seiichi?" 

"He's almost asleep. He seems to be in good condition today." 

"Sorry to bother you. I don't think I can make it today." She hid in the dim skylight, her voice lazy. 

"You look very tired. Go back and have a good rest. I'm here." 

Tezuka Kunimitsu hung up the phone, but she felt relieved for no reason. She leaned against the car window and watched the tree-lined avenue on the side of the road rapidly receding. She closed her eyes lazily. 

The wall clock in the hospital corridor pointed to nine o'clock. 

Tezuka Kunimitsu hung up the phone and returned to the ward. When he opened the door, he saw the boy on the white bed slowly turning his head. 

"You haven't slept yet?" The young lawyer with an icy face frowned, as if he was talking to the group of juniors from the Youth Academy who had given him a headache for three years. "I can't sleep 

." Terashima Seiichi looked up at the snow-white ceiling and gave a matter-of-fact answer. 

"What are you thinking about?" After leaving the court and the negotiation table, Tezuka Kunimitsu was still taciturn. His natural calmness and silence did not seem to have changed much because of the needs of his job. From this point of view, he was not a candidate who could easily get along with children. Of course, Terashima Seiichi himself was not a cute and obedient person. 

Most of the time, he was just a boy with a stubborn temper. 

When Tezuka Kunimitsu thought so, he obviously ignored that when he led Seigaku to defend the national title, he was only the age of Terashima Seiichi now. 

The fifteen-year-old boy already had his own dreams and aspirations, as well as thoughts and inner world that others could not explore. 

"I often wonder, sister, do you hate me?" 

After staring at the ceiling for a long time, the boy suddenly said slowly. 

Tezuka Kunimitsu cast a sharp light through the cold lens, wanting to accuse but still suppressed it: "Why do you say that?" 

"If I hadn't been born, my mother wouldn't have died. If it weren't for my body, my sister wouldn't have to work so hard. Although you don't say it, you still can't help hating me in your heart, right?" Terashima Seiichi's voice was low, flowing slowly like water, "Sometimes I wonder if if I died, will everyone be relieved..." 

"Seiichi--" 

Tezuka frowned, but didn't speak for a long time. 

Slowly walking to the glass window, the thick night was boundless. 

The black lotus bloomed in silence. 

"Don't say such things in front of her." After a long time, he turned around, and his sharp eyes shot into the other's eyes through the lens, "I don't allow it, do you hear me?" 

"Tezuka-senpai..." 

Terashima Seiichi took a deep breath and opened his mouth to say something, but saw that Tezuka Kunimitsu had slowly turned his eyes away, and his facial features with clear lines were reflected in front of the glass window. 

The silver-gray Rolls-Royce stopped in front of the towering apartment building. The lawn in the distance was only a dark shadow in the night. 

Atobe rolled down the window and lit a cigarette. The dim street lights cast a dim warm light into the window, outlining a delicate and elegant smoke ring, and the graceful outline gradually disappeared. 

"Thank you." Terajima Yuuki sat up and reached out to push the door of the car. 

"Was it Tezuka just now?" 

Atobe suddenly said at the side, and the cooled sound quality washed away the lead, revealing an unpredictable chill in the dark night. 

"Ah..." She responded faintly. 

"How long have you known each other?" 

"Probably, five or six years." Terajima Yuuki lowered her eyelids and recalled the past when she met Tezuka Kunimitsu many years ago. Only then did she realize that the memory was unusually vague, as if there was no clear critical point. It seemed that it was just because they studied the same course under the same instructor in college, and the long-term contact blurred the memory of acquaintance. 

Atobe looked at her sideways. His well-defined features were lost in the dim sky. His expression was unclear. He held a cigarette butt between his fingers. The smoke curled up in the air, creating a pale and beautiful outline. 

"Ah... that was quite a long time." 

He raised the corner of his mouth, an inexplicable light flashed in his eyes, and he put out the cigarette butt. He suddenly came over, pressed her hand on the door handle, and put his arm around her shoulders. Without allowing her to react, he leaned over and sealed her delicate lips. The domineering male scent mixed with cologne swept over her, almost suffocating her. 

The small space in the car seat was suddenly filled with an ambiguous and voluptuous atmosphere. She was caught off guard by him and locked in the shackles of his arms. She wanted to struggle, but he had already taken the lead. After a moment of hesitation, he pried open her lips and teeth, and drove straight in with the smell of tobacco. 

She frowned slightly and closed her eyelids. The moment her long eyelashes brushed across his teardrop mole, the slight touch felt like a feather quietly falling to the ground. In the night, a scorching light flashed across his unfathomable pupils, and then disappeared into the depths of his pupils in a flash. 

So the entanglement deepened, mixed with many indescribable breaths. 

Domineering, testing, or, □. 

After a long time, it finally stopped. 

He still kept his arm around her shoulders, watching her coldly with a stiff expression biting her lower lip, recalling her awkwardness, and suddenly raised the corner of his lips: "First Kiss, ah?" 

Her expression at this moment could not be seen clearly in the night. Only a trace of suppressed anger flashed in her dark pupils, and then extinguished. As if she was tired of it, she said: "Enough of playing, let me get off."

Her apartment was located on the 7th floor of a high-rise building, and after a long time, the yellow light was on.

Atobe Keigo put his hand on the window sill, looked up at the white moon in the autumn night, and the lights of thousands of houses in the dark, and suddenly a mocking smile appeared on his face. He pulled his hand back and turned the steering wheel.