Chapter 16 The wedding

was already mid-February, and there was still some time before the early cherry blossoms would bloom. The whole of Tokyo was gradually waking up in the cold tone of winter haze. With a clang, Yuuji Oshita pushed open the door of the conference room and walked out, his hands casually inserted in the pockets of his white coat. He walked through the slightly empty corridor of the hospital's administrative building and returned to his office. He pushed open the window that had been closed for a long time, and the chilly spring breeze blew into his collar.

The sound of high heels tapping on the ground came from far away, and then stopped abruptly. Asano Rima stood at the door holding documents. The bright sunshine shone on the delicate glasses of the young man opposite, and suddenly a sharp cold light flashed.

The young nurse, who was used to seeing Yuuji Oshita's romantic and casual style, was slightly stunned.

"Is there something wrong?" When Yuuji Oshita turned around, he still had a suave and lazy expression. The ends of his dark blue hair were lifted by the wind, and ripples appeared in the air.

"Doctor Oshitari?" Asano Rima felt a slight daze, smiled with relief, walked in and handed over the documents in her arms, "Your things just fell down."

"Oh?" Oshitari raised the corners of his lips, and his lazy Kansai accent was mixed with a bit of self-mockery. He took the folder, "Thank you very much, my memory seems to be getting worse and worse recently."

It seems that because of the marriage with the Atobe family, Hasegawa Logistics' deteriorating situation suddenly reversed, as if it had received capital injection from a certain side. The stock price, which was originally declining, began to improve and gradually climbed. Meishin Medical University also began to try to influence the reorganization plan of the Batista team.

The last defeat in the competition for the controlling rights of the University of Tokyo Hospital has made Oshitari Medical lose the initiative in many things.

But then again, with his qualifications as Yuuji Oshitari, it is not strange that he was questioned by the outside world as the new chief surgeon of the Batista team.

After all, he was a young man, and even though he was gifted and accomplished, he still lacked experience. The only surgery he had performed on Batista was a failure. In this regard, Oshitari Yuushi was not without self-awareness. However

, letting Meishin Medical University interfere in the formation of the team and influence the internal decision-making of the hospital was something he could not tolerate.

"Dr. Oshina?"

"Hmm?" He was thinking about this for a thousand times, and when he came to his senses, Asano Rima was standing in front of him, her slender fingers twisting again and again in front of the light pink hem of her nurse's uniform, and finally raised her head as if she had made up her mind:

"I... no, everyone will support you."

Oshina Yuushi subconsciously pushed his plain glasses on the bridge of his nose, his eyes slowly flowing over the girl's body like water, and raised an inexplicable smile: "Huh?"

"The Batista team was founded by Professor Kishimoto, and it is because of everyone's hard work and efforts that they have come to where they are today step by step. Others don't know, but everyone in the same team knows very well that with Dr. Oshina's strength and talent, as long as he is given the opportunity to hone his skills, he can completely lead such a team independently."

The girl bit her lip slightly in the middle of her speech, but her eyes were particularly straightforward and frank: "It's not because Dr. Oshitari is the heir of a big hospital, but because everyone has believed and trusted him for a long time. So, please protect this team, so that it can continue to exist and continue to help more patients, please!"

Oshitari saw the girl bowing solemnly through the cold lens, and did not speak for a while.

When the girl stood up again, there was a faint crystal light in her eyes, pure and unpretentious, so he smiled slightly.

"I can't bear being asked by a beautiful woman like this." The inappropriate and frivolous tone made the young nurse blush slightly.

"Doctor Oshitari!"

"I know. Anyway, I won't let you down." Oshitari Yuushi smiled lazily and returned to his seat behind his desk. "But before that, how about you accompany me to a wedding?"

"Huh?"

"You should have heard of the wedding of Keigo Atobe, the young master of the Atobe chaebol." He opened the drawer, and the bright red invitation with gold foil came into view.

Keigo Atobe's wedding seemed hasty and rushed to the outside world, but the grandeur was magnificent. Gorgeous, grand, romantic, or extravagant, the media at the time didn't know what words to use to describe this wealthy wedding, and could only be busy using flashing spotlights and shining cameras to record the prosperous scene.

However, an authoritative financial media outlet looked through the glittering appearance and wrote in a sharp tone: "Rather than saying that this is a wedding, it is better to say that this is another coming-of-age ceremony for Atobe Keigo. After tonight, this young man who has shown his talent in the financial world in his early years will truly ascend to the pinnacle of family power and influence the trend of the Atobe Group and even the entire Japanese industry with his extraordinary insight and iron-fisted means. The entire Atobe family is looking forward to this wedding. They are not just looking forward to a beautiful and generous young lady, but how this young man who makes the family proud will take control of the helm of the consortium and create a new career in the stormy waves."

And the fact is just as he said. At the subsequent dinner, Atobe Keigo officially announced his resignation as president of the consortium and handed over power to his only son.

At that time, Keigo Atobe was wearing a sophisticated white suit, and the V-shaped neckline revealed the diamond pattern of his shirt. The gorgeous chandelier on the ceiling cast down brilliant light like mercury, flowing down his exquisite purple-gray short hair. The teardrop moles under his eyes were dazzling. He stepped onto the stage with the woman beside him in his right hand, raised his left hand above his head, and interrupted the melodious ceremonial music with a crisp snap of his fingers: "Now, follow me to witness the new era!"

After a moment's silence, there was a cheer of joy, and large pieces of roses fluttered down from the top, brilliant and colorful, filling the world before his eyes.

Yuki Terajima stood beside him, watching the fiery red petals rustling against the long skirt of the off-white wedding dress and falling to the ground, as well as the almost crazy noise. She was stunned for a moment, and in a trance, she saw the gorgeous man beside her leaning down, his hot breath wandering over the delicate wings of his nose, and a hint of arrogance at the corner of his mouth.

"You will be the most noble woman in Ginza, huh?"

She did not comment, but only slightly curled the corners of her lips, almost mocking.

Atobe's smile became more intense, and he pecked her lips lightly. A group of gorgeous fireworks exploded in the night sky.

Kunimitsu Tezuka stood on the periphery of the crowd, and the colorful stream of light passed by the frameless lenses. He closed his eyes slightly and turned his back. Yuushi Oshitari stood not far away with a glass of red wine, and the beautiful woman beside him was holding his arm like a little bird.

Their eyes met, and Kansai Wolf smiled playfully, taking a few steps forward: "Long time no see, Tezuka?"

The glasses clinked, making the sound of glass, and they sat down on the sofa nearby.

"Come alone?"

"President Seiyama is over there." Looking up at the corner in the distance, Tezuka Kunimitsu did not comment.

At Atobe Keigo's wedding, all the guests were celebrities from the business and political circles. The aristocratic elegance and luxury were incompatible with his coldness and indifference. Sakai Otonashi, who came with him, seemed to be particularly familiar with the young junior named Houcho Taro. They chatted casually across the bar, and the tall silver-haired young man occasionally showed a shy and red expression.

"You know I'm not talking about the top management of AE." Oshitari Yuushi smiled, looked down at the beauty beside him, and patted her shoulder gently. Asano Rima was stunned for a moment, bowed and left, "But then again, I was shocked by this Atobe wedding."

"Is it the rule of the Atobe family?" Tezuka Kunimitsu raised his eyebrows coldly and glanced at the dazzling purple-haired man in the center of the crowd.

"You can only officially take over the power after marriage. Uncle's health is not good, and Atobe doesn't have much time."

"So you have to bring her in?"

"Maybe she wants to."

Oshitari smiled and spread his empty palms. Tezuka Kunimitsu frowned, and his low voice seemed to suppress some emotions: "Oshitari!"

"She is a different person from you, Tezuka." The dark blue young doctor's mouth curved a little, three parts cunning, four parts desolate, and three parts cynical. "She lost the care of her parents when she was young, and took care of her sick brother alone. She just started her career and lost her only relative because of a conspiracy. With such an experience, how can you expect her to be the same as you?"

Tezuka Kunimitsu was stunned and didn't speak.

This world has never been set up for the weak. If you take a step back, there is an abyss behind you. When the operation failed that day, she should have thought that her life was destined to be unpeaceful. "Inuzuka's Kansai accent was lazy and elegant, flowing slowly like the Tama River. He looked up at Hasegawa Shuu who was attending the wedding on behalf of the Hasegawa family in the distance, and elicited a cold smile, "She has been in this trap since a long time ago."

The amber liquid oscillated slightly and overflowed from the wine glass.

Tezuka Kunimitsu lowered his head, looking at the one or two scarlet drops of water on his hand holding the cup in surprise, sighed self-deprecatingly, raised the cup to his lips, and the cold liquid flowed down his throat.

He had thought more than once, if he had not let go of her fingers that night, would this woman still leave without hesitation?

Of course, it was just a thought after all.

It's not that he didn't have the opportunity to ask her to stay, but he couldn't find a high-sounding enough reason to bind a person's distant future.

The phone rang at an inopportune time, he said something rude, picked up the phone, and hung up in a hurry after a while.

"Are you leaving?" Inuzuka Yuushi smiled.

"There is a case to deal with temporarily. "He stood up, put on his coat, gestured to Sakai Otonashi who was not far away, and left his seat.

"Tezuka is leaving now?" Atobe Keigo was informed by his subordinates during his free time entertaining celebrities from all walks of life. He was not too surprised. He just raised his eyebrows and pulled a hint of arrogance but not annoying at the corner of his mouth, "That's right, even this master will feel bored in such occasions."

"Master Keigo?" The butler frowned slightly. How could the protagonist of tonight say such a thing?

Atobe himself didn't care. As the only son of the Atobe Group, he had attended all kinds of luxurious and glorious occasions with his parents since he was a child. He was at ease but that didn't mean he wouldn't get bored. He glanced at the woman in the snow-white wedding dress beside him and curled the corners of his lips: "My bride seems to be very tired too, huh?"

"No..." Terajima Yuki was stunned for a moment and denied it subconsciously.

The other party smiled very lightly, and his fingers crisscrossed his porcelain-like face: "The evening makeup is beautiful, if your complexion is not so bad."

She frowned and lowered her eyelids, as if she had no strength to distinguish. Her

waist was inadvertently tightened by someone, and her body suddenly became lighter. He picked her up by the waist, and a teardrop mole approached her eyes, cutting off the exclamation that was about to come out.

"If you feel uncomfortable, go and rest. If the bride faints at the banquet, it will be more rude than leaving early." The sharp eyes stared at her for a while, and then turned to instruct the butler, "I leave this to you."

"Master Jing... Master Jingwu?"

When the poor butler reacted, the young master had already stepped onto the spiral staircase.

The masculine scent mixed with cologne enveloped her surroundings, with the smell of alcohol filtered in the air, wispy, frivolous, but extremely elegant.

Yuki Terajima didn't struggle, she just leaned against his delicate chest and slowly closed her eyes, walking through the hall and the room, her back was surrounded by a soft quilt, and she was already in a delicately decorated bedroom.

He didn't seem to have any intention of letting her go, leaning down, his sharp eyes piercing down from the sky, close enough to feel each other's delicate breathing.

She frowned slightly, turned sideways and turned her face away, her cold fingers covered her lower abdomen, which hurt.

"It's not a gorgeous thing to be strong, huh?" Atobe's saber-colored eyes flickered, and he pulled the corners of his mouth coldly, "Call a doctor to take a look?"

"No, just bear with it and it will pass."

"Then how do you explain that you have such a pale face on your wedding night, and you feel wronged to marry me, huh?" The man's eyes gradually became colder, frowned, and raised a sneer.

She was stunned for a moment and smiled bitterly.

In the past, Tezuka Kunimitsu once said that she was too harsh in her judgment of people and things, but now she was no more than Atobe Keigo's venomous tongue.

The oppressive atmosphere suddenly disappeared, and Atobe suddenly stood up.

As if she had anticipated what he wanted to do, she struggled to get up and grabbed his wrist.

Atobe glanced sideways, and the beige light cut along the sharp lines of his face, interweaving hardness, coldness and softness.

"I just..." Terajima Yuki bit her lip and looked away, with a rare look of difficulty in speaking, "It's just that it's a bit inconvenient recently."

It's a coincidence, it's really a coincidence.

Her menstruation has always been irregular, not too early or too late, stuck on such a day, and it happened that she had a root cause of illness due to lack of conditioning in her early years, and she always spent a certain day of each month in torment.

Atobe was stunned for a moment, silent for a moment, and suddenly sneered.

He is no longer an ignorant boy who has never experienced the world. There are many beautiful women around him, so it is not difficult to understand the implication. It is the shy expression of this woman who wants to say something but hesitates that unexpectedly makes him smile.

While she was in a daze, he leaned over, snatched the fragrance between her lips and teeth, stretched out his arms to lock her struggling body, and let gravity fall on the silky quilt, and the purple-gray hair scattered into her pupils, which was dazzling.

"Atobe Keigo——"

"Why are you so nervous?" The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he just hugged her instantly stiff body, "You are like this, how can I touch you?" Youji

didn't say anything, but slowly closed his eyelids, covering up his anger and confusion.

The expression was like extreme fatigue, pale and transparent.

Atobe's dark eyes suddenly became silent, just like the ripples of the lake that broke after the violent vibration slowly pieced together the silent and beautiful reflection of a woman.

The off-white wedding dress was spread on the king-size bed, like the wings of an angel.

No, it should be a fallen angel.

The Ice Emperor's mouth suddenly raised a gorgeous ripple. In a sense, they are the same kind of people, with desires and ambitions. Even if the future is full of thorns and blood, and filled with dark abysses, it cannot stop the desire to climb to the top deep in their hearts. Maybe they yearn for the blood and youth under the sun, but they must stay in their own world after all.

He kissed her forehead, his eyelashes brushed across her hair, and the rustling sound was like feathers falling to the ground.

"If you need anything, ask the maid to help. Go to bed early tonight, and I will come later."

She opened her eyes, and the gorgeous mahogany door opened and closed again, only catching a glimpse of the elegant back.