Chapter 13 The Original Family

"Is it okay for Hasegawa-kun to go back alone?"

At midnight,

the music ended and the crowd dispersed. Hasegawa Shu was already a little tipsy, and the lazy and casual Kansai accent of Oshitari could be heard in his ears, and the air around him was vibrating with ripples.

"Don't worry, Oshitari." The person being asked raised the corners of his lips slightly, opened the car door, and looked up at the blue-haired young man standing leisurely on the high steps with his hands in his trouser pockets. As if he remembered something, he squinted slightly, "Hey, I heard that the Tokyo University Hospital is going to reorganize the Batista team?" "

Well, thank you for your care."

Oshitari Yuushi stood in the background of falling snow, and his expression could not be seen from a distance. His long shadow meandered down the steps, and his lazy voice seemed to come from afar.

Hasegawa Shu sneered, bent down and got into the warm car.

He told the driver to drive to his mansion, and rolled down the window. The biting cold winter night wind drifted in with snowflakes, dispelling the feeling of addiction and anesthesia brought by alcohol. He

carefully considered the changes in the past few months, as if Keigo Atobe had disrupted his carefully arranged chess game by moving only one chess piece.

He frowned in the dim light of the car lights, and the handsome lines on his face were hidden in the blurred light and shadow, surprisingly cold and gloomy.

"Master Shu, the phone is on the line."

"Pick it up."

The driver in the front seat handed over the earphone, and the man's gloomy and cold voice came through the darkness: "Is our Master Shu angry?"

"If you have time to talk nonsense, you might as well think of a way to deal with the situation at hand." Hasegawa Shu leaned his head on the back of the seat, his hair covering his eyelids, and sneered softly, "I think he disrupted all your plans."

"It's not me, it's us." The other party corrected his reference, "Listen carefully, she can only marry into the Atobe family as Miss Hasegawa, this is a prerequisite that the relatives will approve."

Shu was silent for a moment, raised his face: "I will go back to the main family tomorrow."

Snowflakes drifted in, mottled white, flashing in the darkness for a moment, and then melted silently.

In the second week after the New Year, Tezuka Kunimitsu returned to Tokyo from Hokkaido. At that time, the news that the heir of the Atobe zaibatsu was about to get engaged was already a hot topic.

Sitting in a small taxi, the mirror above the head reflects the newspaper spread on the man's knees. The headline of the economic edition is a gorgeous large color photo. The gorgeous man with purple-gray hair embraces the cold beauty in his arms, holding hands and looking at each other. A diamond ring on the woman's white fingertips shines with silver light.

The angle is very good, light and shadow overlap, a pair of peerless beauty.

Someone has dug out the background of this woman without leaking anything. AE Law Firm has emerged in recent years as a new force in the judicial field, specializing in handling difficult economic dispute cases.

Of course, this is not the most important thing. People are more interested in her seemingly ordinary but actually tortuous background, and her mother's legendary and tragic life. 

Hasegawa Gardenia is a very old name in the current Japanese industry. The elegant and graceful woman had a noble family background, outstanding grades in Harvard Business School, and experience in Wall Street. When she was young, she returned to Tokyo to help her brother Hasegawa Kenshin manage the industry. Her methods were sharp but not lacking in flexibility, which once attracted people's attention. A considerable part of the Hasegawa family's current industry in Tokyo was laid at that time. 

At that time, she had many suitors, but she chose Terajima Jun, who had studied abroad with her but had no background or qualifications. She was immediately expelled from the clan by the angry elders. 

With the identity of Atobe Keigo, it is impossible for him to marry a girl from an ordinary family. If Terajima Yuki wants to successfully enter the Atobe family, she must be the niece of the Hasegawa family. Once this happens, does it mean that the cooperation plan between the two families, which was shelved due to the poor financial situation of Hasegawa Logistics, will be started again? 

Tezuka Kunimitsu had no intention to read the rest of the densely packed pages. His narrow phoenix eyes lightly swept across the pages with the fragrance of ink through his frameless eyes. He closed the newspaper calmly and looked back at the car window. The taxi stopped at the bustling intersection of Ginza. After paying the bill, he pushed open the car door and got out, and walked into the bright glass door of the office building. 

"Is Tezuka senior back?" 

"Yeah." 

Sakai Otonashi walked through the corridor with a pile of documents. Tezuka Kunimitsu pushed the delicate glasses on his nose, with his usual serious expression, and subconsciously looked into the half-open door on the side. The sunlight shone into the empty room: "Hasn't she come back yet?" 

The young female assistant was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood what he meant: "She started taking leave after Christmas. I heard that she recently returned to her family in Kyoto." 

Tezuka Kunimitsu only knew that the woman had been alone for many years and had never had any relatives to visit. The warm winter sun shone through the window, passing a white light on the transparent and delicate lenses. 

"Got it." He said lightly, and walked towards the office of the president, Tomoya Seiyama. 

Hasegawa's family in Kyoto has a long history, and even the private residence located on the outskirts of the city is full of the flavor of antiquity and vicissitudes. The winding corridors, the flowing water under the small bridges, the green tiles and the flying eaves, the tinkling of ancient wind chimes, retain some of the quaint and elegant atmosphere of the Heian period. It snowed heavily in Kyoto during the New Year, and the thick snow piled up and pressed on the rows of glazed tiles. The snow reflected the sky after the snow, a pure white. 

Terajima Yuki stood in the ancestral hall, wearing a kimono and wooden clogs, simple and elegant. The curling green smoke rose slowly in front of the candlesticks, blocking the indifferent and clear expression in her eyes. 

She had looked at this ancient and gloomy courtyard more than once, and the solemnity of pretending to be reserved made her feel ridiculous. 

However, the etiquette of the ancestral hall must be completed meticulously. She bent down and bowed to the ground for a long time. She couldn't help but sneer in the dark. 

The ceremony is over. 

She stood up slowly, stood still, and her eyes moved. As expected, she received hateful eyes from the mother and daughter on the side. 

So she raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and her eyes as calm as water slowly fell on the other person's face and then lightly passed by. 

The family ceremony of returning to the hometown ended here. Following the people of the family back to the living room in front, pushing open the carved wooden sliding door, the purple-haired man sitting upright on the tatami stood up as if he had been waiting for a long time, nodded slightly to the others, then raised his eyebrows, took her hand, and sat down with each other. 

Hasegawa Yumi on the opposite side saw it and bit her pale lower lip tightly. 

"Now that the family ceremony has been completed, other things will be much easier." Atobe Keigo obviously didn't notice her presence. He took the woman's hand and put it in his palm. He smiled and looked at the head of the Hasegawa family in front of him. "I want to marry Yuki as soon as possible. Although I'm a little anxious, I hope President Hasegawa won't mind." 

Hasegawa Kenshin moved back to Kyoto from Tokyo to recuperate a year ago due to his health. Basically, he rarely asked about family affairs. However, he was a once powerful figure after all, and his conversation was full of grace. 

"No way, Yuki is a poor child. If you can treat her well, I will also be relieved." The fifty-year-old man smiled calmly, and there was a sense of kindness and kindness between his wrinkles. 

Atobe Keigo smiled: "That's the best. I thought about it and the situation at Hasegawa Logistics is not too bad. Let's discuss cooperation at that time."

"I'm old now, let Shu and you discuss this matter together." Hasegawa Kenshin glanced at his son, who seemed to be awakened from his deep thoughts and responded instinctively.

"Since Yuki is the daughter of the Hasegawa family, we can't let her marry empty-handed and shabby." Hasegawa Kenshin looked at the quiet woman in front of him thoughtfully, "I will transfer 13% of the shares under the name of Hasegawa to you, which can be regarded as a dowry." "

Kenshin!" Hasegawa Takako exclaimed, and was stopped by her husband's sharp eyes when she was about to object.

Hasegawa Shu bit his lip slightly and said nothing.

"Gardenia is my only sister. Hasegawa's current industry is all due to her. Even if I give all of this to her daughter, it's not too much." The president of Hasegawa's company looked at his wife and daughter who were indignant, and sighed, "Shu, go through the procedures as soon as possible after returning to Tokyo."

"Yes."

The different and rich expressions of each person passed through his eyes one by one. Terajima Yuki just lowered his head, pursed his lips and said nothing. After a long time, he bowed and said, "In this case, thank you uncle for your trouble."

Atobe Keigo glanced at everyone in the room, the smile on his mouth did not change, and a tear mole in his eyes glowed brightly in the dark where light and shadow intertwined.

At this time, the red warm sun in winter had gradually sunk below the horizon.

"What are you thinking about!"

After the guests stood up and said goodbye gracefully, Hasegawa Takako could no longer hold back, and looked at herself and said angrily.

"Why, are you unhappy about my decision?"

"Of course! That damn girl was driven out many years ago, and she didn't care much about the family here. Now, in order to marry into the Atobe family, she shamelessly comes here to recognize her ancestors!"

The lady in kimono could not suppress her anger and did not hesitate to speak vicious words.

Hasegawa Kenshin only glanced at her lightly and interrupted her chattering.

"Can't you see it?" The head of the Hasegawa family sat upright on the tatami and poured a pot of tea. "This is just a condition set by Keigo Atobe. He recognized Yuki's identity and allowed him to marry Yuki smoothly. This is the condition for the Atobe Zaibatsu to inject capital into Hasegawa Logistics." "

Even so, is it necessary to transfer 13% of the shares of the consortium to her?" Hasegawa Takako smiled coldly, "Do you know what this means?"

"This is a necessary concession!"

Hasegawa Kenshin just sighed deeply, his tone was firm, but he didn't explain anymore, just asked back faintly: "Do you really think that the tricks used by Shu behind the scenes can threaten the decision of the Atobe Zaibatsu?"

Takako was stunned, and her ten fingers were tightly entangled in the wide kimono.

Hasegawa Shu stood at the door. Hearing this, he sighed in his heart and turned out. The sound of wooden clogs echoed in the empty corridor.

"Brother - where are you going?" Hasegawa Yumi chased him all the way to his room, stood at the door and watched him put on his coat slowly, her beautiful face slightly twisted, she wanted to say something, but was affected by his gloom and silence, biting her lips tightly.

"I'm going back to Tokyo now, do you want to come with me?"

Shu put on his coat, wrapped a white elegant scarf around his neck, sat down under the eaves to change his shoes, and suddenly said.

The Atobe family has more than one annex in Kyoto. The place where Atobe Keigo is currently staying deliberately imitates the quaint design of the Heian period, with flying eaves and green tiles. In the night, only the delicate and elegant dim shadows are left. The remaining snow is set against the slightly cool sky, with a cold white.

The quaint bathroom is already filled with smoke, and the warm water and white foam overflow over the edge of the wooden bathtub and slowly overflow. Terajima Yuki immersed the body below the neck in the white foam, leaning against the warm wall with her eyes slightly closed. The warm steam made her consciousness a little fuzzy.

"How long do you plan to stay in there, ah?"

A gorgeous voice suddenly sounded. She reluctantly opened her eyes, glanced at the tall shadow behind the wooden sliding door, and sighed lazily: "This has nothing to do with you, right?"

"If you continue like this, I don't mind going in and carrying you out."

Atobe Keigo outside the door sneered calmly and left the words.

Terajima Yuki frowned, bit her lips that were slightly red because she soaked in the steam for too long, and took the large bath towel.

After a while, she came out wrapped in a bathrobe. Her face was slightly red because she was steamed for too long, but her eyelids were lazily drooping. The collar seemed to be wrapped tightly, but it still revealed a section of the white part of her neck. Her wet hair was draped over her shoulders, and a series of small water droplets slid down the slender hair ends, and a clear light flashed into the corner of her eyes.

Compared to the coldness of the past, it seemed a little slack, but it also exuded a faint aura of repelling others to approach.

Atobe leaned against the door frame, slightly stunned for a moment, and raised a faint smile: "Unhappy, huh?"

"I just want to be alone for a while." She said lightly, while wiping her hair, she walked towards her bedroom. After returning from her family, she felt tired, not physically tired, but mentally repelled.

Atobe raised the corner of his lips and followed him into the room. The guest room that was temporarily cleaned up was decorated exquisitely and gracefully.

She took the hair dryer and sat on the edge of the bed, taking care of her wet hair, and the flying black hair passed through her fingertips one by one.

Atobe stood there quietly admiring the elegance of her hair. After a moment, he stepped forward and held her hand.

The distance between them suddenly narrowed. She was slightly stunned and let him take the hair dryer. His slender fingertips sank into the messy black hair.

It was a weird thing to let the arrogant young master Atobe blow dry someone's hair himself.

She lay on the soft quilt, letting him play with her hair. They didn't say a word to each other, and the atmosphere was very strange.

"I said that some people and things, even if they are rejected, must be faced, and this is only the first step." After a long time, he said leisurely, and the roar of the hair dryer seemed harsh.

"You don't have to doubt my awareness, I just feel uncomfortable." She laughed, "Can't I even be depressed for a while."

The black hair was almost dried, and Atobe turned off the hair dryer and put it aside, and couldn't help raising the corners of his lips: "Aren't you very good at pretending, huh?"

Suddenly leaned down, and the domineering breath surrounded her body, so she froze unexpectedly: "In front of you, it seems unnecessary and useless."

Atobe smiled when he heard it, and the corners of his mouth curved up.

"You are sober and annoying, but if it weren't for this, I wouldn't choose you." He stood up and suddenly left the woman's fragrance after bathing, and there was a faint sense of disappointment.

He walked to the door and paused for a moment when he opened it. The lines of his profile were as hard as a knife.

"Don't let me down, okay?"

He closed the door and went out.

Terajima Yuuki stood up, folded his arms and looked at the closed door. The floor lamp on the bedside cast a desolate warm light.

"Master Keigo."

Assistant Akiyama Takuma was waiting for him in the bright hall and bowed respectfully.

"How is Tokyo?"

"The vice president seems to have objections, but the family association didn't make it difficult. In addition," Akiyama paused and handed over a pile of newspapers, "the major media seem to have made some moves."

"Ha!" Atobe Keigo only glanced at the trivial reports of varying lengths, sneered, and walked straight over without stopping, then said,

"Find a time to arrange a press conference after you go back."