Chapter 54 The worst-case scenario for divorce , I'll just let it accompany me.

The delicate and small diamond ring exudes a beautiful silver luster in the night. The woman's fingertips stroke the finely cut surface and feel a little cool.

Suddenly thinking of the joke of that day, she couldn't help but sneer. So this is what she meant.

The night has fallen. Through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, you can overlook the colorful urban night view of Ginza and the lights of thousands of homes.

The scattered documents were not picked up, but still lay quietly on the floor. Behind an application form were densely packed agreement terms. The shares, real estate, and deposits did not treat her badly at all.

Youji looked at her reflection in the floor-to-ceiling window and sighed deeply.

She took out her mobile phone and dialed a familiar number. The time waiting for the call to be connected seemed quite long amid the mechanical sounds, and then finally the man's low and hoarse voice was heard.

Ji's voice seemed a little weak and a little hoarse, but still strong and calm. She was a little stunned for a moment.

After a while, she finally spoke: "What do you mean, to take care of the afterlife?"

The other end was silent for a while, and only said lightly: "Ah, I guess so."

"So, are you going to kick me out before I die?"

"I thought you should have seen the terms of the agreement at the back."

"Do you think you can get rid of me with those things?" The sudden anger came over her, and she raised her voice.

"If there is anything you are not satisfied with, you can raise it, and I will try my best to satisfy you."

"Atobe Keigo!" The woman's anger was finally unstoppable, and she hung up the phone in a hurry.

The whole office was silent.

She finally seemed to be frustrated, staggering back to the table step by step, sat down dejectedly, and her mobile phone was thrown heavily on the table.

The decoration and layout of Atobe Keigo's exclusive CEO office are stained with the breath of the owner, domineering, gorgeous, and noble. He should have been familiar and accustomed to it, but in the empty night, it seemed strange and alienated.

The phone rang again not long after, and his voice remained the same when he answered it:

"Those assets and cash are enough to buy most of the shares of the Hasegawa family. In this way, you can have absolute control over the board of directors of Hasegawa Company. Even if you lose this lawsuit, Hasegawa Shu has no capital to fight against you. Without the involvement of the Atobe Zaibatsu, the shareholders and the main family will naturally accept this fact. Defeat Hasegawa Shu, take back everything that should have belonged to you, and avenge your brother. Isn't that what you want to do from the beginning?"

Yes, that's what I want to do.

She thought so, looking through the window at the thick night, but there was an inexplicable sadness in her heart.

——"The death of Terajima Seiichi, and everything that the Hasegawa family has taken from you, even higher in Ginza, the throne of the future president's wife of the Atobe Zaibatsu can provide more than just an empty title."

She remembered the condescending look of this man when he proposed to her on Christmas Eve last year, and the corners of her mouth curved, revealing a bitter smile.

It was as if everything in it had become an illusion, with only the ending and the beginning overlapping and clearly confirming each other.

"Sure enough, we're back to the starting point?"

She laughed, with a strong sense of sarcasm. The other end was silent for a long time, and then said, "Is this good for both of us?"

"So." She didn't need to look at his expression across the phone, she just bit her lip, "Atobe Keigo, does everything we said before no longer count?"

"Yes."

"Okay." She nodded, "Don't worry, I've never been the kind of woman who drags things out. Listen, I won't cry and beg you to change your mind, I won't dwell on the past, after the lawsuit is over, I will leave cleanly, whether you live or die, it has nothing to do with me! Even if you die on the operating table this time, I will only take what I deserve, I will not covet the wealth and power of your Atobe family, and I will not go to the cemetery to see you! Atobe Keigo--"

Her voice gradually rose, and finally she called him slowly, quietly uttering a few words: "As you wish."

Just this simple sentence seemed to have exhausted all her life's strength.

The phone was thrown heavily on the table. The woman leaned back in the chair dejectedly. Tears slowly flowed from the corners of her eyes.

Under the dim light, a sad color appeared.

"Kabaji, I am still suitable to be a villain..."

Atobe Keigo moved the phone away from his ear, closed the flip cover, and curled the corners of his lips. The arc was very light, but the meaning of ridicule was strong.

Kabaji Takahiro stood in a corner of the ward and looked at him. The back of the man standing in front of the window was emaciated and sad. When he glanced sideways, the crystal luster on his cheeks could be vaguely seen, which looked like tear marks.

The man with a dull expression lowered his head, as if he couldn't bear to look anymore, and only said softly: "Use!"

The morning light of the next day shone into the French window of the chairman's office, sprinkling a layer of light golden pink on the smooth floor. Atobe Keiyi sat behind the desk, looking at the familiar signature on the divorce certificate in front of him, his expression was bleak and heavy like cold water.

After a long sigh, she leaned back in the chair with some frustration, and looked up at the woman in black in front of her.

"Is it going to come to this? "

The old man looked very disappointed, so she had to lower her head.

"I'm sorry, father."

She didn't sleep well last night, and woke up from time to time. When she got up in the morning, her eyelids were slightly swollen, and she had to use eye shadow powder to cover it up. After the makeup, her face was finally not so pale.

Atobe Jingyi looked at her quietly, a little reluctant: "I should say sorry, it is our Atobe family who is sorry for you."

"Father." The apology on the old man's face moved her slightly: "You are too kind."

"I know that you have suffered a lot of grievances since you married into the Atobe family. Although Jingwu is smart, there are inevitably some things that he cannot protect, but now this result is regrettable." He said slowly, with a long look, "If this hurdle can be overcome... I really hope that you will have a good ending. "

When he said this, his expression was gentle, and he looked at her as if he was looking at his own daughter, and as if he was looking through time at an old friend who had passed away long ago.

The head of the Atobe chaebol, who had dominated the business world for decades, rarely showed such an expression. Youji

felt a slight warmth in his heart, but he just raised his head, smiled slightly, and pulled the corners of his mouth.

"Father." She said, "Last night, I kept thinking about what kind of mood my mother was in when she insisted on leaving your world."

For a moment, Atobe Jingyi was stunned, and it took a long time for him to slowly come back to his senses.

"I couldn't understand it before." She said lightly, "but now, I can probably understand it."

Because you care, you can't allow yourself to become an obstacle to that person.

Maybe it's because of love, or it's just because of a woman's pride.

A hazy look appeared on the old man's face, and a few traces of faint sadness flowed in his eyes.

"Really." He finally sighed and stopped talking.

"Please don't be sad. "You Ji smiled and said, "That's just my own choice. It has nothing to do with others. I am very grateful for your concern for me during this period of time."

As she spoke, she bowed deeply, her expression respectful.

Atobe Keiji watched quietly, with a faint dampness in his eyes.

"There is one more thing." Youji stood up, as if she remembered something, "The next court session will be in three days. Considering my current status, I can only attend as a defense lawyer. Does the chairman of the consortium have any arrangements?"

She changed her address, and Atobe Keiji was silent for a while.

"The date of Keigo's surgery has not been set yet. If there is no overlap, I will go in person." He thought for a while and said, "If not, let Sugiyama-kun or Akiyama take over. The specific defense matters will be troublesome for you."

Youji nodded and bowed deeply.

Then she turned and walked out, walked through the wide corridor, took the elevator down, walked out of the wide and imposing glass door of the chaebol headquarters, raised her head to face the bright sunshine on the street, and the decadent cherry blossoms brushed against the corners of her eyes.

She was stunned for a moment, and there was a moment of confusion in her eyes.

Then she took a deep breath, raised her head, turned around and merged into the surging crowd in Ginza.

Her high heels made a powerful sound when they hit the ground, and the cool wind blew on her face, making her delicately made-up face look sharp and murderous.

Someone was sitting in a coffee shop on the street, watching her neat steps through the window, her handsome features reflected on the glass, with a hint of sadness in her eyes, and she spoke on the phone, but her words were full of depression.

"Have the police started to notice it?"

"Director Hamasaki has been detained by the police, and I'm afraid he won't be able to get out for a while. The intelligence network of the Atobe Zaibatsu seems to have also begun collecting evidence against us."

"They can't do that."

"But it looks like the Yamaguchi-gumi has acquiesced, Master Shu. I even suspect that they have provided a lot of help in this."

The woman in the black windbreaker had disappeared in front of him. Hasegawa Shu frowned and clenched the phone in his palm: "What else?"

"It seems that your father met with Terajima Yuki yesterday."

"Then what?"

"I don't know the details." The other party was silent for a moment, "But Master Shu, I advise you not to act rashly. Our people are watching their movements and can't find any opportunity to attack. Not only are there plainclothes police, but there are also secret lines of the Yamaguchi-gumi protecting them. If you act rashly, it would be tantamount to exposing your identity."

"What you mean," Shu said coldly, "do nothing and wait for the result of the trial."

"Don't worry." The other party laughed, "You are the young master of the Hasegawa family. If the old man pushes you out, the Hasegawa Company will not be able to escape the blame, and the Atobe family will get a bargain for nothing. He will never do a deal that is not worth it."

The last bit of steam from the pot of Blue Mountain on the coffee table was gone. The well-dressed young man pushed the door and walked out of the exquisite revolving glass door of the coffee shop. Looking at the endless stream of people and cars in front of him, the look in his eyes was complicated, as deep as a cold pond. After a while, he lowered his head and put on sunglasses, wearing a black suit, which was very solemn.

In March, the grass and trees have revived, and the trees have sprouted branches again. Dots of green dot the white buildings of the hospital. Rows of double-flowered cherry blossoms have begun to bloom. Standing at the window, you can see clusters of pink flowers on the towering branches, which are as colorful as blood under the setting sun.

"Atobe, are you sure you won't regret it?"

Oshige Yuushi stood in front of the window, the shadow of the tree lingered on the plain mirror, turned around, Atobe lazily leaned on the head of the bed, there was a divorce certificate on the desk that was delivered in the morning, signed by both parties and private seals.

Atobe Keigo looked at it and just curled the corners of his lips: "When have I ever regretted doing anything."

"Really." Oshige Yuushi pretended to be sad, "Do you really not believe in my ability?"

"Can you guarantee that the survival rate after the operation is 100%?"

Oshige was speechless for his unreasonable trouble: "Hey, if you don't believe me so much, don't sign the consent form for the operation!"

Kansai Wolf shook his head in grief, but Atobe smiled, took the operation agreement on the side and signed his name: "When is the operation?"

"Three days later." Oshige thought for a while and said, "It seems to be the same day as the trial."

Atobe was silent for a moment, and then he subconsciously said "um".

"If you have anything to arrange, arrange it as soon as possible, and then don't think about anything and wait until you enter the operating room." Oshitari looked at him, his dark blue hair covering his forehead, "Even the best doctors need the cooperation of the patients, both physically and mentally."

"I won't lose to you, Oshitari." The man opposite smiled. Although he looked haggard, the mole marks under his eyes were dazzling and arrogant.

Oshitari Yuushi looked at him, raised a lazy smile, opened the door and left the ward.

At this time of the evening, the wind was still slightly cool, pouring into the empty corridor, and the white coat on his body fluttered up and down.

The man tightened his collar and raised his eyes, but saw a woman in a black windbreaker standing at the corner, with a clear and persevering face.

He was slightly startled and walked forward: "Since you are here, why don't you go in?"

Yuki shook his head, with a faint smile on his lips.

Oshitari was silent for a moment, probably guessed the reason, and just sighed softly.

"Really?" he asked. "The surgery will be done in three days."

The woman's eyes fell into the depths of the corridor, like a stream flowing slowly, washing away all the attachments.

"I understand what you mean." She said lightly, "But, it's really not necessary."

"Yuki, Atobe is just..."

"I know." She interrupted him, her expression as indifferent as usual, but there was a trace of confusion in her eyes, "But, maybe it's really as he said, this is good for both of us."

"Yuki..."

"Even if the surgery can be successfully completed, it will be difficult for me to have children with my physical condition. It is not a good thing for the Atobe chaebol to have no direct heirs. It may not be a bad thing to end it like this."

Oshitari looked at her silently, her hair scattered into her eyelids, and there was a touch of melancholy dark blue in her sight.

After a long time, he sighed in frustration: "Really, both of them are so dishonest..."

The woman smiled faintly: "I have to prepare for the court session these days, so I may not have time to come. I'll leave the surgery to you, Inuzaka."

As she spoke, she called his name solemnly. Inuzaka pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose in surprise: "Huh?"

"You can do it this time, right?"

Inuzaka was stunned, his expression became blank for a moment, and after a long time he showed a casual and lazy smile.

"Ah." He nodded, "I won't allow the same failure a second time."