Phi-Fic Chapter 59 Father, I have never taken responsibility lightly.
Chapter 59 Father, I have never taken responsibility lightly.
Tokyo entered the rainy season in the first week of June.
The rain was light, a steady drizzle that had been falling from morning till night. A thin layer of moisture hung in the air, making even the sounds on the street muffled and soft.
Wang Yueling sat in the back seat of his Mercedes-Benz, a project proposal spread out on his lap. He held a silver fountain pen in his hand, occasionally jotting down notes in the margins.
My phone vibrated.
He glanced at the screen; it was a message from the butler.
[Young Master, the flowers and nutritious meals for Yukimura's hospital room have been delivered. Dr. Laurent has also confirmed the data from the third week after surgery; all indicators are within the expected recovery curve. He can begin rehabilitation training next week.]
After reading the message, Wang Yueling smiled and replied with a single hand, "Understood."
Then he flipped his phone over and placed it face down on his lap, continuing to read the project proposal.
He has been in this state for the past three weeks.
Training schedules, hospital visits, foundation affairs... everything was crammed together, even sleep time was compressed to the minimum.
Even when she's very busy, she visits Yukimura in the hospital at least two days a week. The rest of the time, her assistant or housekeeper delivers fresh bouquets, nutritious meals, and homemade desserts to him on time.
She would also send Yukimura a message saying "Get some rest" before going to bed.
Mon dieu (My God!), he finally understands what it feels like to care about someone.
The driver glanced at him in the rearview mirror and said softly, "Young master, the company is just around the corner."
"Um."
Wang Yueling screwed on the pen cap and tucked it into his suit pocket. He was wearing a black suit today, perfectly tailored, with a silver lily of the valley brooch on his lapel. His wolf-tail hair hadn't been trimmed recently, the ends just touching his shoulder blades, loosely tied with a purple-blue hair tie.
This hair tie was given to me by Yukimura.
Last week, when he visited him in the hospital, Yukimura stopped him as he was leaving, took this hair tie out from under his pillow, and handed it to him.
It's bluish-purple, the same color as Yukimura's hair.
He's been wearing that brace ever since.
The car was parked in front of a silver-gray office building.
The building is very tall, thirty-six stories high, with a minimalist glass facade that gleams with a cold, hard light on rainy days. The logo on the roof is the emblem of the Mochizuki Group, a simple crescent shape embedded at the very top of the glass facade.
Wang Yueling opened the car door, and her assistant was already waiting at the door.
"Boss, the electronic version of the contract from the Atobe Foundation has been sent over, and the legal department is reviewing it. Also, there are three alternative locations for the medical team's office building, all in Karuizawa. Would you like to take some time to look at them?"
"Let them review the contract first and give me the original."
Wang Yueling took the folder from her assistant and flipped through it as she walked. "Karuizawa, I'll make time to go there next week."
The elevator doors closed, and the numbers jumped up one floor at a time.
The light shone on his face, highlighting the sharp lines of his jawline. At fifteen, the boy had broad shoulders and long legs, and already looked quite stylish in a suit. But when he closed his eyes, his brows were slightly furrowed, revealing a hint of fatigue.
The elevator arrived with a "ding".
He opened his eyes, his bright blue pupils shining under the light, and the weariness he had felt earlier had vanished.
He closed the office door and spent the next three hours working on documents.
The Mochizuki Group is simultaneously advancing several projects in Tokyo. Its tourism real estate business has entered the land acquisition stage, the hotel acquisition is in a critical negotiation period, and the newly established medical division needs to build its team structure.
He had to make the final decision on everything.
Just after 10 a.m., my assistant brought over brunch: a chocolate tiramisu and a cup of genmaicha.
He ate while reading the recent training progress of the Hyotei Tennis Club sent by Atobe, and then offered his own suggestions for improvement.
The screen vibrated, displaying the words "Old Father".
Wang Yueling lowered her gaze slightly, put down her spoon, wiped her mouth with a tissue, and answered the call.
"Father."
The voice on the other end of the phone was deep and gentle, with the soft, characteristic French accent, yet it carried an undeniable authority: "Servais, how have you been lately?"
"Everything's fine. The Tokyo project is progressing smoothly without any problems." Mochizuki Ryo leaned back in her chair, her voice steady. "How about yours?"
"Same as always. Your grandfather was talking about you the other day, saying you've been away from France for too long, and the lavender on the estate is blooming but nobody's looking at it..."
Felix Meyer chuckled, then paused for two seconds before cutting to the chase. "Servais, I heard from my men that you used your family's medical resources in China and Germany last month."
As expected, Wang Yueling was not surprised.
The father was in charge of the entire family, and no movement could escape his notice.
He used family resources, especially his grandfather's connections, which couldn't possibly go unnoticed by his father. Of course, he didn't intend to hide it; he was just waiting for the right moment.
"Yes."
Wang Yueling readily admitted, "A very important friend of mine suffers from a nervous system disease. I had my grandfather help me contact Dr. Laurent in Germany."
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.
"Servais, I don't object to you having your own social and personal life."
When Felix Meyer spoke again, his voice was a bit deeper, without any reproach, but rather with the solemn admonition of an elder.
"The Felix family is currently under my supervision, so you don't need to worry about it. But the Mochizuki Group was left to you by your maternal grandfather. From the day you took over, you were no longer just a fifteen-year-old boy."
He paused, his voice softening slightly but not diminishing in intensity: "You are still... the head of the family."
"Remember, family responsibility always comes first. Resources are not for squandering."
Wang Yueling gripped her phone, her knuckles tightening slightly.
He accepted that rights and obligations are always equal.
"I understand, Father."
His voice was steady; he didn't rush to defend himself or panic. He simply laid out his thoughts layer by layer: "I used family resources to assemble a medical team not entirely out of personal motives."
There are two reasons.
Wang Yueling raised a finger, though the person on the other end of the phone couldn't see it; it was an unconscious, habitual gesture.
"First, the person I'm helping is very important to me personally. I started playing tennis because of him, so his health is not something I can negotiate."
He then raised his second finger.
"Secondly, I won't use this medical team once and then disband it. I started pushing for the establishment of the medical division in Japan three weeks ago. Dr. Laurent from Germany has agreed to serve as a consultant, and Professor Zhang from China has also agreed to take a temporary position. You should know the significance of these two people in the industry better than I do."
He pulled a document from the drawer, opened it, and found it was the preparatory plan for the medical division. It was filled with detailed project budgets, team structure, and development plans; every module was meticulously written.
"Furthermore, last week I signed a cooperation framework agreement with Keigo Atobe, the heir to the Atobe Foundation, regarding joint investment in sports medicine."
Ryo Mochizuki continued, "The Atobe Foundation has deep roots in the Japanese sports industry. They have venue resources, athlete agency channels, and local policy advantages. We have a world-class medical team and rehabilitation technology."
"If this project is successful, it will be the first comprehensive sports medicine platform in Japan jointly built by two conglomerates."
He paused here, then softened his tone slightly, but every word was firm: "So, Father, I have never taken responsibility lightly."
"This is my first brick in the Japanese business landscape."
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a soft laugh.
Felix Meyer's smile wasn't a polite one; it was a genuine smile, tinged with satisfaction and a touch of wistfulness.
"Servais, if your stubborn grandfather were still alive, he would be happy for you."
His voice softened, and the French syllables trailed off a little longer than before. "You're better than I was at fifteen. When I was fifteen, all I could think about was the pretty girl from the neighboring estate."
Wang Yueling was stunned for a moment, then smiled.
He knew his father was saying "I approve of you" in this way.
The father and son chatted for a few more minutes, mainly about recent family affairs and the grandfather's health. Before hanging up, Felix Meyer suddenly said something.
"Don't hang up yet. I can already hear the clanging and banging downstairs. Your mother is back, and she'll definitely be clamoring to talk to you."
Sure enough, a gentle, familiar female voice soon followed, carrying a tender complaint and concern: "Servais~ Did you eat well? Did you receive the macarons Mommy sent you? How is your grandma?"
A barrage of concern washed over her. Wang Yueling leaned back in her chair, a smile unconsciously curving her lips. Her tone softened as she patiently responded to each question: "Everything is fine, don't worry. The macarons are delicious, and Grandma is in good health."
After saying that, she even took a picture of the food on her table and sent it over.
The mother and son chatted for half an hour before reluctantly hanging up the phone.
Wang Yueling placed her phone on the table, pressed her fingertips against her brow, and exhaled softly.
With family responsibilities weighing on his shoulders, there was no turning back from the day he took over the Mochizuki Group.
Fortunately, he was never a fool who would just indulge in his passions.
He wants it all: tennis, business, and friendship.
The rain outside the window stopped sometime ago, and a crack appeared in the clouds, letting in a faint golden halo.
He leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes for a moment, then sat up straight again and turned to the last page of the preparatory plan for the medical division in front of him.
He signed his name in the approval column, his handwriting neat and tidy.
He closed the document and pressed the intercom: "Have the legal department give me the Atobe Foundation's contract review comments. Also, notify the medical business division's preparatory team that the third progress meeting will be held at 2 PM the day after tomorrow."
After hanging up the phone, he stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window to stretch his neck. His suit jacket tightened slightly with the movement, outlining the straight lines of the young man's back.
Her golden wolf tail was tied into a small bun with a blue-purple hair tie, hanging quietly on her shoulder.
At 11 o'clock, his assistant came in to remind him that it was time to go to Hyotei.
Wang Yueling glanced at the time; it was indeed time to leave.
The tennis club had its regular practice today.