Ke Xue World: The Confrontation between Black and Red

(Not related to the main text, just for fun)

Small drama 2: Being hit by a bloody halo - Distillery (Whiskey) Part 2

"What do you think?"

The voice of Karasuma Renya on the other end of the phone was cold, without any warmth at all, let alone the kindness that Taketori and An thought they would have.

"As you can imagine, they are two outright profit-seekers. The possibility that they were instructed is 100% certain."

Recalling the way those two people never said a word of truth from beginning to end and were full of confidence, a hint of interest ignited in Whiskey's eyes.

"As for the test report and the doctor's diagnosis, I am more inclined to believe that they were influenced by some mysterious force."

It is indeed possible that Karasuma Renya, who is in his forties, has blood descendants living outside, but it is absolutely impossible for Karasuma Renya, who is in three digits, to have illegitimate children left behind.

Even if there are, they are destined to become special experimental subjects from birth, and are like abandoned children who are unlikely to know where their blood comes from throughout their lives.

A one-night stand that resulted from accidentally walking into the wrong room while drunk.

I don't know whether to say that this woman is lucky or unfortunate because she had the beautiful wish of raising her child alone, but she suffered a difficult labor and passed away before she could even see her child.

The poor child who was abandoned went through many twists and turns and was finally sent to an orphanage.

He has clearly experienced all kinds of ups and downs in life and tasted all kinds of flavors, but he still has a warm heart for love.

Just as the lonely young man grew up and married the woman he loved, the child of their love was about to be born.

His face, which was very similar to that of his biological father, was accidentally seen by an elder from a branch of the Karasuma family.

Since then, the main branch of the Wuhuan family, which had been dwindling in population, has recovered the lost pearl in the ocean.

When Whiskey saw the contents of the documents handed over by Butler Karasuma, he wanted to ask Butler Karasuma whether he had a health check-up this year.

Have you had a brain scan?

If it hasn't been done, he suggested to do one urgently tonight.

This symptom is very consistent with Alzheimer's disease.

Otherwise, anyone with a normal mind would never hand him a third-rate, melodramatic article as serious material.

However, after carefully looking through other corroborating materials, Whiskey discovered that the entire set of information was actually perfectly consistent.

From hotel registration to hospital visits, to the details, there are also test reports from different testing agencies.

It can be said that it has everything you need.

Unfortunately, with a bunch of irrefutable evidence proving that the melodramatic fiction had come true, Whiskey only heard lies from Taketori Kazuyasu and Taketori Ying from beginning to end.

Out of curiosity, Whiskey suddenly asked casually:

“By the way, does father have any memory of the one-night stand?

I read in the information that she is an unforgettable and outstanding lady with a distinguished temperament. "

The silence on the other end of the phone immediately raised the corners of Whiskey's eyes, and the light from above illuminated the smile in his eyes clearly.

When he first got the information, he found related memories in corners. At this time, when Whiskey's words reminded him of this memory again, Karasuma Renya was filled with low pressure.

Behind the silence is the anger of being fooled and having even one's memory altered.

It was vague at first, and then as I continued to recall, the memories gradually lighted up, and the originally mosaic-like pixels gradually became clear and smooth.

If other people were to recall the contents in this way, most of them would probably subconsciously think that they were their own memories.

It's just because we have forgotten about it for a long time and never paid any attention to it, that it has been covered with a layer of fog.

However, Karasuma Renya is one of the very few.

Than believing that you had a one-night stand with a woman twenty years ago and did nothing afterwards.

Let a woman who might be pregnant with his child disappear in the vast crowd.

He would rather believe that he encountered some kind of evil force and was accidentally tricked.

The memory was changed by that evil force.

Whiskey, who guessed Karasuma Ren'ya's mood at the moment, was in an unusually good mood, and the fake smile that usually floated on the surface rarely took a break.

The wanton and pure smile penetrates deep into the eyes.

The only regret is that this is a silent smile.

And it dissipated in an instant.

...

For the next period of time, Taketori, An and Taketori Ying lived in peace.

Whiskey, who lived on the top floor of the villa, seldom met the two of them. In the past half month, they only had three meals together and often stayed elsewhere at night.

The two sides maintained a peaceful and lukewarm relationship from September to October.

One day in October,

With a keen eye, he found Taketori Kazuyasu, an elder from the side branch of the main lineage of the Karasuma family, and brought his people to this suburban villa.

It was a sunny day outside and the atmosphere inside was harmonious.

Taketori and An chatted respectfully and cordially with this elder from the Karasuma family's branch and the group of people who accompanied him.

Taketori Ying sat at the end of the table and didn't say much.

There were refreshments placed in groups of three or four on the table.

The steaming tea gradually cooled down as time passed, but the hearts of Karasuma Yasunari and his companions were burning hot.

His vision and knowledge were limited, and they easily found out from a few words that he had had some unpleasant experiences with Karasuma Soshin and that he was vaguely dissatisfied with Karasuma Renya's favoritism.

The most important thing is that he was born in an orphanage, has no foundation, and has not received an orthodox elite education.

He is also the biological descendant of Karasuma Renya.

Such a Taketori and An are truly the best puppets given to them by God to seize the Karasuma Group.

In such a pleasant and harmonious meeting atmosphere, outside the house, the sound of a sports car engine came from far away and finally returned to silence.

"It's the eldest brother who's back."

Taketori Kazuyasu's words made Karasuma Yasunari and his group turn their eyes to the door.

They knew many years ago that Karasuma Renya had an adopted heir.

However, to this day, I have only heard of it but have never seen it in person.

Whiskey, who walked in from outside, paused and glanced at the group of people in the living room, lightly sweeping them and then lightly moving away.

Just as Taketori uttered one syllable of his greeting to An, he saw Whiskey looking away and turning to walk towards the elevator.

He didn't care about the group of people in the living room at all.

Karasuma Yasunari's face suddenly darkened.

The people around him didn't express it as obviously as he did, but they were already dissatisfied.

Whiskey's behavior instantly reminded them of Karasuma Renya.

The same arrogance, the same disregard for them.

As expected, he is the heir raised by Karasuma Renya.

The personalities are damn similar.

Some came with a trial intention, while others who were uncertain made up their minds immediately.

Unexpectedly, Whiskey was so rude to Karasuma Yasunari and others. Taketori and An, who were unwilling to even put in such superficial effort, were delighted.

He looked depressed, but he forced a smile and apologized to Karasuma Yasunari and others.

Seeing the reluctance and nascent ambition revealed in Taketori and An's eyes, Karasuma Yasunari and others nodded secretly.

The meeting, which was hit hard in the middle, finally had a relatively good ending.

After reaching a preliminary tacit cooperation and having their own agenda, the two parties conducted the first round of information exchange on their common enemy, whiskey.

Compared to the ones posted by Taketori and An, the whereabouts of Whiskey remains a mystery.

Staying one night on the top floor of the villa, spending the next three days outside, and small things like preferring Western meals.

All the ingredients sent by Karasuma Yasunari were dry ingredients.

It is learned that Karasuma Renya has arranged for his adopted son to attend various core meetings of the Karasuma Group, receive remote lectures from Karasuma Group executives, and become familiar with various affairs within the Group.

Taketori and An secretly thanked God that they did not continue their childish fight with Karasuma Soshin for his father's love.

Otherwise, once this person has established a foothold in the consortium, they will be kicked out even if Ying's baby is born.

Of course, what he was most thankful for was that Karasuma Renya was only initially letting his adopted son familiarize himself with the internal affairs of the consortium, and that he was listening to lectures and attending meetings given by the consortium's senior executives through remote connections.

He had never shown his face inside the consortium, and it was rare for him to speak a word or two through the pitch-black display screen.

This was the first time that Karasuma Yasunari and others knew what the adopted heir Karasuma Ren'ya had adopted since childhood looked like.

In the lounge on the top floor, Whiskey, who was listed as the number one enemy by both sides, sat on the sofa in a relaxed manner.

Countless bits of information surged in my mind.

He forged a blood relationship to get into the sight of Karasuma Ren'ya, and realizing that the path of family ties was not working, he quickly changed his route. With the help of Karasuma Yasunari, he secretly won over the branch forces of the Karasuma family that had always been dissatisfied with Karasuma Ren'ya.

Special powers similar to those on the mysterious side affected Karasuma Ren'ye's memory, along with a series of information affected by this power and related personnel including Karasuma Yasunari.

The Karasuma Group? It looks like it, but its real purpose is definitely not that. It's a waste of talent.

Organization? No, Taketori Kazuyasu and Taketori Ying know nothing about these dark sides.

A strange, mysterious power that can affect people's memory on a large scale.

Taketori Kazuyasu and Taketori Ying who were ordered to do so.

Also, I was deliberately targeted.

I?

Or maybe it's not just me?

A dark ray flashed across his lowered eyes, and with a light tap of his fingertips, a phone call was made, closely but briefly connecting whiskey and gin in different countries.

"Let me share a happy thing with you."

As soon as the call was connected, Whiskey threw a sentence at Gin, which startled him and made him look down at the phone number. Then, as if he thought of something, he asked tentatively:

"Rum is dead?"

"Unfortunately not."

Hearing the cold tone from the other end, Gin confirmed that the person on the other end of the phone was Whiskey.

"If you have anything to say, please tell me immediately."

Apart from Rum's death and one other thing, Gin had no interest in asking about other happy things.

“Overnight, the gentleman suddenly had a biological son, with a daughter-in-law and future grandchildren.

You will soon be a happy old man with three generations living under one roof.

How about it, doesn’t it sound very happy?”

"Overnight?"

Gin, who knew well what happened to most of Karasuma Renya's direct descendants, keenly grasped the key point.

"Yeah, it all started with a one-night stand 20 years ago. Interesting, isn't it?"

Gin fell silent suddenly, and a gleam of light flashed quickly in Whiskey's eyes at this moment.

"Why aren't you talking? Is this not interesting enough, or do you have something more interesting than this?"

There was a hint of expectation in the indifferent tone.

Gin's face suddenly darkened as his mind passively recalled the chaos that had occurred during this period.

Whiskey, who had found a new source of happiness, was much more arrogant than when he guessed that Karasuma Renya had memories of a one-night stand.

The undisguised laughter penetrated the phone, and Gin's forehead veins throbbed.

"whisky!"

Realizing that Whiskey had called specifically to mock him, Gin hung up the phone with murderous force, as if he wanted to crush it.

I got a piece of happiness for free, and I didn't care about getting the blacklisted whiskey at the same time, because gin couldn't get out of the phone anyway.

Less than two minutes later, the screen of the phone suddenly lit up, accompanied by an unusual reminder tone.

Looking down, Whiskey found that he was pulled into an encrypted chat room, and Gin, who had just blocked him, was also there.

Vermouth, champagne, brandy...

As the organizer of the chat room, Brandy was the first to speak.

In one sentence, the future style of the chat room was determined.

Brandy: Gin, I heard that you recently got a new fiancée named Marilyn Goya.

Her group of admirers kept coming to her door to challenge her.

Two seconds later, the newly opened chat room was filled with a lively discussion among a group of idle chatterboxes.

The moon sets in the west and the sun rises.

Taketori Kazuyasu, who went to bed late and got up early, unexpectedly heard from the servant that Karasuma Soshin, who lived on the top floor, had not gone out today.

After sitting at the dining table with Taketori Hotaru, Taketori and An waited for Whiskey to arrive at around nine o'clock. Whiskey was wearing home clothes and his expression was no longer as cold and distant as before.

This late breakfast was still silent and peaceful.

Seeing Taketori Hean hesitate to speak several times, the servants waiting on the side knew that he had something to say.

However, the arrogant heir of the Karasuma Group simply ignored him and stood up from his seat after finishing his meal without even glancing at him.

"Big brother."

Whiskey, who was originally walking towards the elevator, stopped when he heard the sound, and looked back sideways with obvious impatience in his eyes.

"What's the matter?"

"Butler Karasuma called me last night and asked me to attend a business dinner tonight as a representative of the Karasuma family.

Brother, you know I came from an orphanage, and I have never even heard of such high-end business dinners before.

I was suddenly asked to attend as a representative of the Karasuma family, and I was really panicked.

So I would like to ask my elder brother to help me with some advice, so as not to bring shame to the Karasuma family."

Taketori and An's faces were filled with anxiety, and their attitude of humbly pleading was quite good.

Being watched by a pair of eyes that appeared to be nine parts expectation and one part provocation, but secretly full of cold assessment and waiting for an opportunity.

Whiskey, who should have taken advantage of the situation, gave Taketori and An a good look for the first time.

After the surprise, a faint smile appeared.

Taketori Kazuyasu and Taketori Ying were surprised and didn't understand why Whiskey was not angry at all.

An adopted son who has never attended any high-class gatherings as the heir to the Karasuma Group and is only heard of but never seen in person within the group.

Shouldn't he feel angry and dissatisfied when he knew that his adoptive father's son would attend a high-class business dinner as a representative of the Karasuma family?

Why is it this expression?

"That's a coincidence. I have no experience either. You should ask Karasuma Butler or your father for advice."

Whiskey's abnormal expression and answer made Taketori Kazuan and Taketori Ying more curious.

then,

This curiosity made Taketori and An unexpectedly learn from the servant that Whiskey would not be coming downstairs for dinner tonight before they set off for the business dinner venue in the afternoon.

For the rest of the night, no one was allowed to approach the top floor, especially the innermost lounge, which reached its climax.