Chapter 60 Epilogue

Five years later.

Atobe's trip to New York happened to be on the eve of Christmas. The weather had turned cold and there had been several snowfalls in midwinter. The remaining snow could still be vaguely seen piled up in the corners of the streets, shining with a white luster under the thin morning sunlight.

It was the rush hour after work, and the streets of Wall Street were crowded with people. Cars could only move slowly. Atobe shifted his eyes away from the street scene outside the window and casually flipped through the magazine in his hand.

"Master Jinggo, the secretary of Asai Construction called and arranged the negotiations for the morning of the day after tomorrow. Is that okay?"

"How long will the meeting with Wright Company take tomorrow?"

"It should be over in the afternoon."

"Go back tomorrow night and give him this answer." The schedule was really tight this time, and Atobe frowned.

The financial crisis five years ago did not bottom out for two or three years. The world economy has been up and down, and it has only gradually improved in the past two years. The Atobe Zaibatsu has been following suit under his leadership over the years. Although the momentum is not as good as before the crisis, it is still stable and upward. In the past two years, Japanese entrepreneurs have begun to try to buy Wall Street at the bottom, and the Atobe Zaibatsu is no exception

. It has acquired two large fund companies and has a promising future, so the number of trips to New York has increased. Of course, not everything needs to be done by him, the president, personally. The reasons are well known to his subordinates.

"Please turn down the evening party for me."

Akiyama was stunned when he heard him say this suddenly, and then he reacted: "So, are we going there?"

Atobe closed his eyes, which was considered as tacit consent.

Akiyama responded, and seemed to remember something: "Oh, by the way, Miss Ando Kyoko is here too, and wants to make an appointment with me for your trip."

Ando Kyoko, born in the noble family of Kyoto, has two generations of ancestors who held important seats in the parliament.

"No." The image of the beautiful and intelligent woman, with a look of pride and wisdom that was not inferior to others, was a pity that he had no interest in her.

"But in that case, Councillor Ando..."

"That's your business."

Atobe interrupted him lightly, and stopped answering, flipping through the color pages of the magazine.

It was the headline of the legal edition. The two-year-long WT International equity acquisition dispute case was finally declared over, and the British WT company won the case. The dense text analysis occupied most of the page.

His eyes moved to the cut page next to it. The female lawyer in black uniform had a capable temperament and sharp eyes.

Sophie Lindsay, 30 years old this year, from Japan, has been in New York for only five years, but has already become a little famous in the American judicial industry. The recent international lawsuit lasted for two years and was finally won, and she played an indispensable role during this period.

It is rare for an oriental woman of this age to be able to make a name for herself in just five years in this society dominated by white people.

It is said that her father is the chief financial officer of GS Investment Bank. She is divorced and has a daughter. Her ex-husband is said to be an elite figure in the Japanese business community. However, she has always kept a low profile and all the things about her private life are just rumors.

"Ms. Terajima?"

After arriving in New York, few people called her. When she looked up, she saw an oriental woman with the same skin color as her, wearing a mink coat, sunglasses, and a bright voice. Yuki

looked at her and vaguely felt her eyes, but she couldn't remember where she had seen her before.

The other party took off her sunglasses, raised the corners of her lips, and looked gorgeous: "Ando Kyoko, nice to meet you!"

Then she finally remembered that she seemed to be one of the protagonists of the recent gossip about Atobe.

"Nice to meet you." She only curled her lips lightly, "Ms. Ando."

She came out a little early today, so she came early to pick up her daughter. A group of children with different hair colors were playing on the lawn of the kindergarten, full of energy.

The two women sat in the corridor next to them, and the atmosphere was dull.

"You look surprised that I came to see you?"

"I don't remember us knowing each other, Ms. Ando."

"The Ando family is planning to marry into the Atobe family. Do you understand what I mean?"

Such straightforwardness made Yuki stunned for a moment, and then smiled faintly: "So what?"

Ando Kyoko was a little surprised at her indifference, but her face remained calm: "Nothing, just want to see what his ex-wife who he can't forget looks like."

"Now you see it?" Yuki laughed, "Then what?"

The other party was silent for a while: "I heard that he often came to see you."

Yuki did not deny: "Yes, so what?"

"Since we have broken up, why do you still restrain his mind?"

"Ms. Ando, ​​I didn't do anything." She chuckled, with a hint of sarcasm, "If you really care, you should talk to Atobe Keigo himself."

Ando Kyoko's pretty face was tense, and she didn't speak for a while.

Yuki stood up and looked at her for a long time, and curled the corners of his lips faintly: "Ms. Ando, ​​you should not be his fiancée yet, or even his girlfriend?"

"You..." The young woman was slightly annoyed.

"I heard that Councillor Ando's Furumura Trading Company just went bankrupt. Is the Ando family looking for new financial support?" Youji looked at her calmly, "I admire your courage to sacrifice for the family, but it seems that you are working in the wrong place."

As if she was hit on the point, Ando Kyoko bit her lip.

"Could it be?" She retorted, "Wasn't your marriage of interest in the beginning?"

"Political marriage also requires mutual consent. In the eyes of Atobe Keigo, the Ando family obviously has no interest in it." Youji smiled and raised her hand to say goodbye: "Goodbye."

Turning around and walking to the center of the lawn, she waved her hand. The girl with a teardrop mole under her eyes raised her head, and in just a moment, she showed a look of joy and ran towards her.

After sending the accompanying personnel back to the hotel, Atobe parked the car on the road alone. Through the car window in front of him, he could see two figures, one big and one small, walking towards him. As he got closer, he could clearly see the girl holding her mother's hand and jumping with joy. The corners of his mouth curved up unconsciously.

He pushed the door and got out of the car, and greeted softly: "Hey, Keio-chan!"

"Dad!"

The four or five-year-old child did not know how to hide his expression. He let go of his mother's hand and ran over, and was then lifted up by his father and held in his arms.

"Why did you come here without telling me?" Yuki was indifferent, a little surprised.

"The evening social event is canceled. You have to go home early tomorrow." Atobe curled his lips and looked at her expression, "What's with that expression on your face? Are you so unwilling to see me?"

"Nothing." She glanced at her joyful little daughter and decided to save some dignity for him in front of the child, "Let's go."

In the eyes of some high-ranking staff of the chaebol, Atobe Keigo is now 30 years old and has only one daughter. He dotes on his little daughter who has not been around for many years to an extent that is almost beyond description. Yuki finds it incredible when she thinks about it carefully.

When her daughter was born, she was in so much pain in the hospital that she almost died. Jibe skipped the business negotiation the next day and flew over from the other side of the ocean. He held the wrinkled baby girl in the swaddling clothes and never let go. Later, because it had been too long, when he came back, Xiao Jingyang didn't recognize him. This greatly stimulated his sense of crisis as a father. After that, every time he came to New York, no matter how tight his schedule was, he would come to see her, bringing gifts of all sizes. His patience when coaxing the child was even surprising to Ji himself.

It was probably because of this that although they didn't meet often, the relationship between father and daughter had never been unfamiliar.

The daughter would be excited for a long time when her long-lost father came over occasionally.

We had Italian food for dinner that day, and after dinner we went to the street to buy Christmas decorations. We were noisy until very late, and the girl fell asleep in the car on the way back.

After he settled her down and walked out, it was already ten o'clock in the evening. When Ji came out of the room, Jibe was already leaning on the bar in the living room with a glass of red wine, sipping it carefully, with a leisurely posture.

"Why aren't you going home so late?"

"How can you bear to send me back so late?"

he asked back, sounding very innocent. You Ji couldn't help but roll his eyes in his heart. He walked over and leaned his back against the bar. As if he remembered something, he said lightly: "Remember not to let your woman harass me again in the future."

Atobe was stunned for a moment, and after a long time he seemed to suddenly realize something and raised his eyebrows: "Except for you, I don't remember having any other women."

"Not now." She emphasized angrily, "Even if someone has no value to use me, don't use me as a shield."

"It's because you want to fight this international lawsuit and it has been delayed for two years in vain."

Two years is not a long time, but it is enough for a lot of things to happen, such as Oshitari Obito getting married three years ago and becoming the youngest hospital director in the medical field, such as Sakai Otonashi finally passing the judicial examination to become a new lawyer, and Feng Chotaro ending his training in the Atobe chaebol and taking over the Feng family's industry. This young couple entangled all the way until the stubborn old man of the Feng family finally gave in.

When Feng Changtaro got married, Atobe remembered that he chuckled: "This little girl is quite capable of dealing with the difficult old man of the Feng family."

However, Oshige Yuushi had a neutral expression: "Don't you see who sent the soldier? You know, the cute little Jingyang is already four years old, and Master Atobe still can't get his wife back."

According to Sakai Otonari later, Master Atobe's expression at that time was very interesting.

Yuki now thought that she was the one who made the mistake first, so she looked at him and stopped talking.

"Yuki." Atobe looked at her, put down the wine glass and put it around her waist, and restrained the teasing tone, "The lawsuit is over, come back?"

His voice was slow and gentle, and it sounded tender in her ears.

She fell silent and didn't speak.

"Jingyang is almost five years old. It will be difficult for you to explain our current situation to her in the future, right?"

She lowered her head and didn't say anything, as if she was considering.

After a long while, he talked about something else: "That Miss Ando, ​​although she is a little young and energetic, she is quite courageous. I thought you would like her."

Atobe was slightly stunned, twitched his lips, and sighed: "One smart woman is enough."

He leaned over to kiss her lips, with the taste of punishment, and the fragrance of red wine overflowed between his lips and teeth.

When she got up the next day, Atobe had already left. She sat up on the bed. The morning light sprinkled into the bedroom like a veil, and the light golden dust danced in the air.

There seemed to be a strange feeling on her fingertips. She raised her hand and looked at it carefully, only to find that the limited edition wedding ring five years ago had been worn by him without knowing when. The delicate and elegant facets were shining silver in the sun.

She was stunned for a moment, raised her head, and moved her eyes to the head of the bed. A piece of letter paper lay quietly on the bedside table. She took it and looked at it. What caught her eye was the man's flamboyant signature, and the lead-printed typing in the middle came into view, clearly visible -

marriage.

She frowned, then pursed her lips.

Unexpectedly, the proposal was not fancy at all.

The End