0011 Schrödinger's Protest
The clerk hadn't expected Zhai's ejaculation to take so long. After finally ejaculating, Zhai pulled two tissues from the paper tube on the wall, wiped the semen off his genitals, zipped up his pants, and calmly walked out to sign the papers as if nothing had happened.
His actions were so fluid and seamless; he was truly a hypocrite, secretly cursing him.
A few days later.
Early in the morning, Qu Zhong entered the law firm by scanning his face. As he passed the reception desk, he symbolically greeted Li Li, but was stopped by her.
"Xiao Qu, you have an EMS package to receive. Please sign it."
Upon hearing the letters "EMS," Qu Zhong quickly ran up and took the package from her. As she expected, the sender was the C District Court, and the contents description below read: "A copy of the first-instance judgment on Xue Bo's organization of prostitution."
Like a high school student nervously checking their exam results, Qu Zhong returned to her seat and, without even turning on her computer, eagerly opened the delivery bag. She took a deep breath and flipped straight to the last page to see the verdict:
"The defendant Xue Bo was convicted of assisting in organizing prostitution and sentenced to five years in prison and fined 50,000 yuan."
Qu Zhong stared at those words and looked at them over and over again, feeling as if it were all unreal.
She actually... managed to change the charge?!
She took a picture of the page with trembling hands and sent it to the racing legend immediately.
The racing expert quickly replied with two words: "Not bad." Then he forwarded the picture to the Guanzheng Law Firm's large group chat.
Xu Yanru, who had previously sarcastically told Qu Zhong that the charges were unimportant, was the first to reply in the group chat with a thumbs-up emoji.
Immediately afterward, Qu Zhong saw a bunch of thumbs-up emojis. Although there weren't many genuine compliments, Qu Zhong couldn't hide his smile, which stretched almost to the back of his ears.
That day, for the first time, she received the hotel location from Zhai.
It was also the first time he had done it to her against the bathroom glass.
Shanghai has already entered the crisp and cool autumn, but inside this bathroom, it's as hot as midsummer.
Qu Zhong's period just ended, and she's been really horny these past couple of days.
But Zhai was in no hurry to penetrate her. He pressed against her back, his hard, red penis firmly against her vulva, patiently rubbing against her protruding clitoris.
Hot water poured down continuously, raising the temperature in the bathroom. Qu Zhong's face grew increasingly red, his knees became weaker, and a tingling sensation spread through the back of his neck and tailbone from the friction.
She groaned, letting out a few pleading syllables: "Mmm...I want it so much..." As she spoke, she reached out a hand, touched between her trembling legs, and guided Zhai Shi's glans into her vagina.
Zhai Shi was also too hard to resist, and she was wet enough that he easily slid the entire length inside her. At that moment, a few drops of water dripped from the corner of Zhai Shi's taut jaw, indistinguishable whether they were hot water splashed from above or sweat squeezed out by her tightness.
There's not much difference; they're both piping hot.
He had no time to wipe himself; he gripped her waist tightly with both hands and began thrusting his hips behind her.
Their lower bodies were finally pressed tightly together, and Qu Zhong immediately bent over to meet his movements, moaning more lewdly than usual. Her vagina, like a spring that had been dug open, continuously flowed out warm, wet fluid that enveloped his penis.
He stood firm in court, but now he's acting like this.
Looking at her round, perky buttocks, Zhai thought of a screenshot she had seen on her WeChat Moments earlier that day, with the caption: "I will dedicate my life to upholding the principle of legality in criminal law."
This move was practically walking right into Zhai Shi's line of fire, and she was indeed right in his line of fire. Zhai Shi instinctively wanted to retaliate by hitting her a couple of times, and in fact, he did: "Attorney Qu, are you happy?"
He didn't hit her hard, but because it had never happened before, Qu Zhong reacted as if in a conditioned reflex, tilting her head back and sobbing, "Ah... be gentle..."
She told him to be gentle, but the tender flesh inside her vagina gripped his penis even tighter.
The faint red handprint left on her tender white buttocks was nothing short of the best aphrodisiac for Zhai. He wanted to get back what he hadn't succeeded in court, so he began to pant heavily and thrust into her harder.
The doggy style was incredibly deep, each thrust reaching its absolute depth. Qu Zhong, her hands braced against the wall, moaned incessantly as she was being penetrated: "Ah, ah...so good...Prosecutor Zhai, I love it when you fuck me like this..."
She could say these crazy things off the top of her head, but Zhai seemed somewhat averse to hearing that title in this setting, and he turned her head away.
Her vision was blurry, but Qu Zhong could vaguely see the man's damp bangs and his thick, dark eyes, misty with moisture, more alluring than an autumn night. She was slightly lost in thought. Without giving her a chance to speak, Zhai lowered his head and captured her lips, silencing her moans...
From bathroom glass to sinks to sofas, they went too far.
So much so that Qu Zhong started to feel sleepy as soon as he got into bed, and Zhai Shi also closed his eyes. His even and steady breathing reached Qu Zhong's ears one after another, but the slight furrow in his brows betrayed the fact that he was pretending to be asleep.
Qu Zhong smiled slightly, narrowed her eyes, and whispered in his ear, "Are you still angry?"
She was referring to the verdict. The verdict that supported her defense and overturned his indictment.
It was a standard interrogative sentence, but it contained absolute certainty, and Qu Zhong wanted to hear him admit it himself.
Although I had a feeling he probably wouldn't. Sure enough, Zhai remained in the same position, silent and unresponsive.
He only opened his eyes in pain when Qu Zhong pinched his arm.
He was indeed angry, but he wasn't quite sure what he was angry about. Was it because his first case ended with a verdict that slapped the entire C District Prosecutor's Office in the face? Was it because something he considered insignificant had become crucial and the key to victory or defeat? Or was it because he couldn't be like Qu Zhong, who, after seeing through reality, still resolutely stated the principle of legality in criminal law?
He was pondering; perhaps all of the above were true. But he didn't know what to do for the time being. If he could, he would rather Qu Zhong had never appeared.
But how could that be? She was lying right beside him, watching him with smug satisfaction. In the posture of a victor, at least that's how Zhai saw it. Perhaps he wasn't magnanimous enough, only to leave her with a cold, emotionless remark: "Wait for the copy of the appeal."
Qu Zhong was instantly wide awake. She sat up abruptly, staring at him in surprise: "Really? You're going to appeal?"
Zhai responded with a calm expression: "Mm."
Qu Zhong glanced at him, her voice unconsciously rising: "Is it really necessary?"
It's not that bad. It was just a momentary outburst in bed. Zhai knew perfectly well that appealing wasn't that easy. Of all the indicators the procuratorate had to meet, this was the most difficult.
Qu Zhong spent the next ten days anxiously wondering if he was serious. The good news was that Zhai Shi hadn't made any move, and she hadn't received a copy of the appeal document for the case.
Having survived the statutory appeal period, Qu Zhong immediately dialed the litigation service hotline to inquire whether the case had taken effect.
For the first time, Qu Zhong felt that even the voice of artificial intelligence had become sweeter: "Please tell me which court you would like to be transferred to."
Her clear enunciation revealed an obvious excitement: "C District Court."
The next second, the AI malfunctioned: "Do you want to be transferred to the Shanghai P District People's Court?"
Qu Zhong was utterly speechless. Even though it's artificial intelligence, it shouldn't be so confused about C and P.
She was frantic. After hanging up, she immediately dialed the landline of Gao Yi, the presiding judge in the trial. During the dozen or so seconds she waited for him to answer, she couldn't help but tap the table repeatedly, trying to release all her anxiety through her fingertips.
When the call finally connected, Qu Zhong tried to slow her speech: "Hello Judge Gao, I am Xue Bo's defense lawyer. I would like to ask you something..."
Before she could finish speaking, Gao Yi answered her question: "There was no appeal, and the case is in effect today."
Qu Zhongzhen was even happier than when he handled Ying Shengping's first case, and almost couldn't help but shout out from his workstation.
She immediately decided to forgive Gao Yi for his collusion with Zhai Shi during the trial; the transformation of love and hate among adults can happen in an instant.
Because of this case, Qu Zhong was invited to be interviewed by the C District Legal Publicity Department, and her name quickly appeared in the C District Legal Publicity Department's official WeChat account articles.
The article concludes with this sentence: As a criminal defense lawyer, one must fight with all one's might for even a second of freedom for one's client.
Qu Zhong always remembered the sentence her mentor taught her in class.
Upon publication, this article immediately garnered top 3 readership among all previous articles on the C District Legal Publicity WeChat account.
The legal profession is extremely competitive. Some lawyers earn over 10,000 yuan per hour and are overwhelmed with cases, while others have to pay for their social security contributions out of their own pockets every month. Two years ago, Qu Zhong, who had just obtained her license, had no idea what kind of lawyer she would become. She certainly never imagined that two years later, she would be fortunate enough to make a name for herself in the field of criminal defense.
But so what? The newly emerging Qu Zhong still had to follow the arrangements the next day and obediently sit at the front desk as a part-time administrator.
Qu Zhong's true mentor lawyer wasn't the racing legend, but Xu Tianlin, the director of Guanzheng Law Firm. These past two days, administrative staff member Li Li had caught a cold due to the changing seasons and was on leave, but the firm couldn't be without a receptionist. As the director's assistant, Qu Zhong naturally had to step in.
Fortunately, Li Li's job was relatively simple, mainly involving receiving and sending express deliveries, stamping documents, and other miscellaneous tasks, which were not difficult for Qu Zhong.
Just as Qu Zhong was sitting at the front desk registering the information of the newly arrived express delivery, the law firm's doorbell rang.
Qu Zhong pressed the switch beside him and looked up. A woman in her forties or fifties walked in. She was petite and looked frail, but she had a good demeanor, was dressed neatly, and had her hair neatly styled in a bun.
"Who are you looking for?" Qu Zhong asked her purpose.
But to my surprise, she said, "I'll talk to Attorney Qu."
Qu Zhong thought she hadn't heard clearly: "Who are you looking for?"
"I'm looking for Qu Zhong, Attorney Qu."
Generally, clients who come to the law firm have made appointments with a particular lawyer in advance. Those who come without an appointment are either randomly selected from nearby locations via Baidu search, or they come specifically because of a particular lawyer's reputation.
Qu Zhong didn't think she would be the latter, and she nodded, not quite understanding, "I am."
The woman looked at her suspiciously, seemingly unable to reconcile the image of Qu Zhong before her with the lawyer she had specifically requested to find.
"Uh..." Qu Zhong chuckled awkwardly as he explained, "I'm only sitting at the front desk for now."
No sooner had the words left her lips than Qu Zhong heard a cry, low, helpless, and bewildered, yet tinged with a glimmer of hope, as if grasping at the last straw:
"Attorney Qu, please, you must save my daughter."
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