0005 Estoppel
When Qi Du walked into a quiet bar in the center of Zone C, it was almost eight o'clock. At first, he thought he had come to the wrong place and checked several times to make sure that Zhai had sent him the location on WeChat.
Qi Du remembers coming to this street when he was in college; back then, this shop was just an ordinary coffee shop. With the rise of the internet celebrity economy in recent years, it has now become a well-known bar in Shanghai. Comparing the simple decor of the past with the elegant ambiance of today, Qi Du can't help but sigh.
The bar was quite large, with four floors. Qi Du found Zhai Shi at the bar on the second floor.
He was casually sitting on a high stool, with a wall of wine cabinets behind him. Various wine bottles and glasses were embedded in it, a dazzling array, as colorful as a miniature Shanghai.
A group of people sat scattered around the bar, their relationships unclear, but they occasionally clinked glasses, whispered to each other, and laughed and chatted.
Only Zhai stood silently, staring at the projection screen beside him. The lamplight was warm, and the background music was melodious, yet he exuded an indescribable aloofness and loneliness, like an exhibit isolated by a transparent glass dome.
Qi Du walked over and patted him on the shoulder, then teased, "Inspector Zhai, you're a new officer, why are you drowning your sorrows in alcohol?"
Zhai didn't respond, only saying casually, "Here he is." He had called the man, but Zhai seemed to treat his arrival as just an intermission during a movie.
Qi Du wasn't angry. After sitting down at the next table, he casually called the bartender next to him and ordered the same drink as Zhai. Only after ordering did he realize that the drink next to this person had hardly been touched.
It wasn't until he pulled out a cigarette case and lighter from his pocket and pretended to light it that Zhai Shi couldn't help but look over: "Smoke less, it's bad for your health."
Here we go again. Every time he smokes, Zhai always says this without fail.
Qi Du frowned slightly, thinking that every detective smokes, especially one like him who had been investigating several cross-border telecom fraud cases. Those scammers were acting like they owned the place, even daring to video call him directly, barking like dogs, "Come and arrest me if you dare!" Qi Du really didn't have the ability to arrest them; he'd be driven mad if he didn't smoke half a pack a day.
But then, as if he had suddenly thought of a better way to retort, he raised an eyebrow, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and said with a wicked smirk, "Indulgence isn't good for your health either."
After saying that, Qi Du lit a cigarette, then moved some distance away from him, slowly exhaling the white smoke that had already passed through his lungs, and looked at him like he was interrogating a criminal: "What do you think?"
Zhai perhaps laughed, because of the blunt retort in the previous sentence, and also because of the rhetorical question that he could not refute.
Qi Du is a criminal investigator in the Criminal Investigation Division of the C District Branch of the Shanghai Public Security Bureau. To find out how he and Zhai met, we have to go back to his internship at the C District Branch during his senior year of college.
During his internship, Qi Du did what he was most skilled at: accompanying the team leader on missions every night. The missions were very simple, and their code names were very straightforward: catch chickens.
His most glorious achievement was arresting six couples involved in prostitution in one night.
Zhai was one of the six people arrested. Of course, it was later discovered that it was a misunderstanding; he was actually in a hotel room with his girlfriend.
"Brother, why didn't you find a better hotel?" This was what Qi Du teased him about after he finished giving his statement at the police station.
The vinyl record played softly and delicately in my ears, and the film's heroine, clutching a framed photo, danced alone in the dead of night to the music. Zhai picked up his wine glass, took a couple of sips, and stared intently at her graceful dance, his gaze fixed on her captivating movements.
After the dance ended, Qi Du stubbed out her cigarette, looked up at him, and asked, "You really don't plan to date again?"
Zhai shook his head without a moment's hesitation.
The night he was mistakenly arrested for having an affair with his girlfriend in a hotel room during his second year of graduate school, she asked him if he truly loved her. Zhai remained silent for a long time, ultimately unable to utter a heartfelt "I love you." It was then that he realized he had perhaps only used her as an object for sexual gratification.
Not wanting to make the same mistake again, Zhai took the initiative to break up with his girlfriend and has remained single ever since. The reason is that he knows it's too easy to turn a romantic relationship into a mere transaction under the influence of strong, impulsive desires.
But Qi Du couldn't understand him and continued, "Let me introduce you to someone, I have a junior sister..."
“Really, there’s no need.” Zhai interrupted him directly.
Just then, two girls walked over, blushing and cautiously asking Zhai for his WeChat, which he politely declined.
Zhai perfectly illustrates the saying, "Good-looking people are all handed over to the state." But actually, this statement is putting the cart before the horse. It's not that good-looking people are all handed over to the state, but rather that the state needs some good-looking people to select civil servants.
Zhai is that extremely good-looking person, you could say she's the face of the C District Procuratorate.
Qi Du first clicked his tongue mischievously, then called him by his full name with a serious expression: "So straightforward, you're seeing someone else behind my back?"
In short, it's like an island being ambushed by waves and forced to wake up.
The first thing that came to Zhai's mind was the gavel of the final trial. When the gavel fell, the facts were clear, the evidence was conclusive, and the dispute was settled.
Then I thought of a scene from the movie I had just watched, where a boy was almost piously prostrating himself at a woman's feet, the spring scenery under her skirt visible beneath her thick eyelashes.
Finally, he thought of Qu Zhong.
"You must come, I'll wait for you no matter how late it is." These were the last words she said to him on the phone.
Zhai glanced at the time on his phone screen, not wanting to wait a moment longer.
"I have to go now."
He was no longer hesitant, no longer apprehensive, just like the name of this quiet bar—Before Sunset.
Approaching this good night.
...
It was almost nine o'clock when Qu Zhong packed up and left work.
Litigation cases differ from non-litigation cases; each case has a sufficient timeframe for processing. Unless one is deliberately procrastinating, there are very few times when overtime is required.
Qu Zhong is always efficient. Today, thinking that he would be tormented by construction noise even if he went back, he simply stayed at the office and read through the case materials he brought back in the afternoon several times, hoping to find a better defense strategy.
Unexpectedly, the limited range of defense strategies found led to a pleasant surprise.
As Qu Zhong stepped out of the lobby, he immediately spotted a figure standing not far from the entrance.
She was laughing hysterically. It was just a casual, teasing remark, and he actually came.
Zhai saw her at almost the same time, his deep eyes waiting for her to come over.
"Prosecutor Zhai, what brings you here?" Qu Zhong asked knowingly.
Zhai stared intently at her, it must have taken a great deal of courage for him to ask, "Does what we said this evening still stand?"
The city lights at night distorted all colors, including Qu Zhong's expression at that moment. Zhai couldn't tell if she was smiling, only that he didn't like her answer: "Of course... it doesn't count."
"Prosecutor Zhai, have you forgotten all the agreed-upon requirements?"
Agreement is reached through a process of one party making an offer and the other accepting it, with no possibility of reneging.
"Come to Guanzheng Law Firm to see me. Location: SG Office Building, Block 3, 22nd floor." This was Qu Zhong's offer.
His immediate hanging up of the phone was seen as a tacit refusal.
Therefore, the offer is invalid and the agreement has not been reached.
He rejected her, yet now he's come back waiting for her. He's so fickle and inconsistent; he has absolutely no sense of commitment.
Zhai frowned, as if he were stuck in an unsolvable problem.
"No comment, fine." Qu Zhong didn't want to waste any more time with him and turned to leave. She had only taken two steps when her wrist was tightly grabbed from behind.
"I regret it." His voice became more concrete in the darkness. "I regret it, okay?"
Renaissance Hotel.
As soon as he entered, Zhai eagerly leaned forward to find her lips. When they met, there was a faint sweetness of wine. He was venting some kind of negative emotion, and his kiss was extremely intense from the start, like a bloodthirsty beast, with Qu Zhong as his prey.
Unable to withstand his kisses and bites, Qu Zhong's body's defenses kicked in, and she instinctively tried to escape. But Zhai Shi grabbed her first, holding her waist and pushing her inside step by step.
Staggering, Qu Zhong was slammed against the wall, the sharp pain causing her to involuntarily groan. Afraid she would escape again, Zhai Shi used his legs to hold her tightly against him.
Qu Zhong was pressed against his body, with no way to escape. She had tried to fight back, but the fingertips that pierced his skin were insignificant to Zhai Shi, and instead only excited him more.
Zhai felt her body getting weaker and weaker, and she was about to collapse. So he moved her to the sofa and had her sit on his lap.
The kiss was temporarily broken. Qu Zhong's face was flushed, and her eyes became moist, like the mist rising in the mountains or the tide not yet receding at the seaside.
Zhai started kissing her eyes again, slowly moving down to find the tip of her nose, her neck, and finally burying his face in her soft chest, taking a deep breath as if smelling a flower. His voice was low and husky, as if coming from the depths of his heart: "I wanted to kiss you like this in the reception room."
Qu Zhong was burning with desire from the kisses, and her lower body was already glistening with moisture. Driven by lust, she frantically reached out to unbutton Zhai Shi's clothes and belt, while at the same time Zhai Shi's hand forcefully ripped off her skirt, the skirt he felt shouldn't be in the reception room.
He rubbed her clitoris through her underwear, his warm, moist breath steaming behind her ear: "How dare you say such things in the prosecutor's office? Do you think this is some kind of place, huh?"
Qu Zhong was barely able to speak. She weakly put her arm around his shoulder and rubbed her large, white, soft flesh against his firm chest.
Feeling her growing increasingly hot down there, Zhai parted the narrow slit of her panties and, seizing the opportunity, smoothly slipped his fingers inside. The feeling of being violated made Qu Zhong instinctively tighten her grip on him and hug his neck, the only support she could rely on.
Zhai began to thrust in and out, his fingers long and thin. After only a few thrusts, Qu Zhong began to beg for mercy: "No...no more...I can't take it...uh..."
But Zhai Shi became unusually patient. Every time she was about to climax, he would deliberately slow down, letting her cry out in unbearable pain.
This person was using the same methods he uses when interrogating criminal suspects to manipulate her.
Sure enough, Zhai's eyes seemed to be set ablaze by a vicious thug. He suddenly increased the pressure of his other hand kneading her breasts and said in a cold voice, "Beg me, beg me and I'll give it to you."
Qu Zhong realized she had miscalculated. She should have realized that he was a prosecutor who disliked feeling out of control. He wanted all his suspects to follow his chain of evidence, fall into his trap, confess, and accept the charges.
"Ah... Zhai... Ah... You... You pervert..." Qu Zhong twisted her body and sobbed, but couldn't say those two words.
Zhai encountered more than one criminal suspect who stubbornly resisted, and he had many ways to get them to talk.
He simply pulled one of the two fingers out of his acupoint, and an immense sense of emptiness washed over him. Qu Zhong stared wide-eyed, feeling utterly miserable.
I want to be filled, I want to climax, I want him...
"Please... Waaah, please..." His will crumbled at this moment. Qu Zhong scratched his back and whimpered like a cat, saying what he wanted to hear.
Zhai carried her to the bed and slowly took off her underwear. Her pubic hair was soaked with vaginal fluid, and her legs were spread wide, like fish on a chopping board, with him as the chopping board.
Unable to restrain himself any longer, Zhai pulled out his already erect penis. He then opened the drawer next to him and slammed it shut.
The sight of the man tearing open the condom with his mouth excited Qu Zhong so much that her teeth chattered. Unable to contain herself, she gripped his thick, long member and made a new demand of its owner: "Put it in..."
Zhai penetrated deeply, instantly filling her passageway.
"Mmm..." The moment they entered, both of them couldn't help but pant.
“Attorney Qu, your vagina is so tight, it feels so good…” Zhai exclaimed bluntly, his back straight, a stark contrast to the self-disciplined passenger on the subway and the authoritative prosecutor in the reception room.
All the rules and regulations were broken that night, like rain after a long drought, and heavy snow fell in Shanghai.
Qu Zhong screamed repeatedly as he fucked her, so he bent down and kissed her lips, silencing all her moans.
They are like ink and brush, writing magnificent chapters; they are also like strings on a zither, playing stirring melodies.
Finally, Qu Zhong trembled for a long time in a near-weightless dizziness, and so did he.
When Qu Zhong finally regained some strength and lay limply on top of him, she asked him in a soft, sweet voice, "How do you pronounce the second character of your name?"
“Shh,” Zhai was so angry he almost laughed. He pinched her waist as a form of punishment. “You don’t even know what people’s names are before you sleep with them?”
Ha, they actually got the benefit and are still acting innocent.
Qu Zhong raised her hand and pinched his chin, letting out a cold snort: "What? You only knew my name and then slept with me?"
Who is more noble than whom?
Damn it, Zhai saw it clearly; this woman's only weakness was her mouth.
Her stubbornness resulted in Zhai starting to have sex with her again. That night, they tried almost every position they could think of, and Qu Zhong lost count of how many times she was forced to orgasm…
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