0039 Sun Shower
Qu Wanfeng was in a hurry to get to the high-speed rail station right after finishing his meal. Qu Zhong asked him to stay in Shanghai for two days before leaving, but he refused. He said that it was the end of the year and his company was busy and short-staffed, so he asked for a day off.
Qu Zhong couldn't refuse him, so she could only help him get a taxi and take him to the high-speed rail station.
She also returned to the law firm to continue filing.
With my mood improved, I've been working much harder at filing files than the past few days, and I've filed several in one afternoon. At this rate, I should be able to finish filing that huge stack of files soon.
Qu Zhong has actually started to enjoy archiving. It doesn't require much brainpower, doesn't involve interacting with other people, and allows her to leave work early – it's just too awesome!
When she got home in the evening, she ate something casually, took a shower, and then snuggled comfortably into her soft bed, hugging her pillow and scrolling through her phone.
As she scrolled through her phone, she suddenly remembered her answer to Qu Wanfeng at noon: "I don't know."
A slight smile appeared on her lips. She switched to WeChat, found the name that had simultaneously popped into her mind, and tapped his profile picture twice.
A line of light gray text immediately appeared in the chat box:
I patted "Zhai Shi" on the shoulder.
The system even put quotation marks around the two characters "翟是" to indicate that the part of the sentence was emphasized.
Wow, how come the designers of the "tap" feature are so good at understanding people's psychology?
Zhai quickly saw the notification that he had been photographed.
In his chat interface, the small text "Qu Zhong patted me" was not gray, but rather bold and exceptionally clear.
Zhai stared at those words, unable to suppress his smile.
He quickly typed back: "Do you have to come on duty tomorrow?"
I don't know when it started, but he became like Qu Zhong's memo, knowing her schedule better than she knew herself.
Qu Zhong only managed a brief "Mm" in response, and the next second, a voice call from Zhai Shi popped up on her phone screen.
She rolled over in the blanket, shifting to a prone position with her elbows propped up, cleared her throat, and answered the call.
"Hey—" She didn't know why she dragged out the word so long; she hadn't spoken in such an affected manner in a long time.
A short, bright laugh came from the other end of the phone, like a small dollop of cream on the corner of a birthday person's mouth.
A sweet teasing.
Then he asked, "Morning or afternoon?"
"morning."
Her voice sounded a little dejected, clearly indicating she didn't want to get up early. Sigh, why do prosecutors' offices have to start work so early?
Zhai understood, so he suggested, "I'll come pick you up."
Qu Zhong refused: "Please don't..."
A prosecutor from the third department and an external duty lawyer getting out of the same car—to onlookers, what's the difference between that and publicly announcing "we have a special relationship" on social media? Especially since they're not even dating.
Despite being rejected, Zhai didn't feel embarrassed or bothered. He agreed with Qu Zhong and asked, "What about lunch?"
"Going back to the law firm to order takeout."
His next sentence was no longer a suggestion, but a notification: "Come eat in our cafeteria."
Upon hearing this, Qu Zhong raised her two feet and tapped them together, muttering, "How can an outsider like me eat here?"
If you can't even buy a cup of coffee, you can only use the small things to illustrate the big things, let alone a meal.
Zhai chuckled softly: "Swipe my card."
He spoke those words very softly, perhaps intentionally, so that she would ask again.
Qu Zhong heard him clearly, but still couldn't help but play along: "What did you say?"
"I said, swipe my card."
Say the same thing a second time.
His pronunciation was clear and resonant, with a distinct intonation, like the spiciness of a Thai chili pepper – crisp and intense.
Qu Zhongming was clearly smiling, but when he spoke, he feigned a cold, mechanical voice, trying to cover up his true feelings: "Oh, it's just a meal card, but someone made it sound like handing over a bank card PIN."
Zhai replied without hesitation, "If you want it, I can give it to you."
...His tone was too serious, and Qu Zhong was afraid that he would actually give her six numbers in the next second, so she took the initiative and said, "I'm going to sleep now, goodbye."
Before she hung up, Zhai replied, "Good night, see you tomorrow."
The following morning, at the Line 3 subway station platform.
Qu Zhong has a habitual waiting spot for the bus. There's no logic or reason to it; she just consciously walks to the yellow line every day.
Her first meeting with Zhai was in the carriage she entered from that spot.
Today, when the train arrived at the station and the doors opened, she didn't expect that the first person she saw when she looked up was Zhai Shi.
The past and the present overlapped briefly, and the former was quickly absorbed by the latter.
Qu Zhong was taken aback at first, but then burst into laughter.
So this is how he meant when he said "see you tomorrow".
Should have thought of it earlier.
She wouldn't let him pick her up, so he always had to find another way to see her.
Qu Zhong walked into the carriage unhurriedly, stood next to him, and suppressed a smile: "You're so good at staking out, it's a shame you don't go out and commit crimes."
At the same time, the red and orange lights above the doors flashed alternately, accompanied by four "beep" sounds of the same tone. The doors then closed, and the train began to move forward at a constant speed.
From the moment the car door opened and he saw Qu Zhong, the smile on Zhai's face seemed to be pinned down with a paperclip, lingering there.
He held onto the handrail with one hand, bent down slightly, and replied to her teasing remark: "It's just a matter of luck."
The truth.
He would be happy to see her, but not seeing her wouldn't be so disappointing. Because he knew they were heading to the same destination today.
Qu Zhong was half-believing and half-doubting: "Oh, then you're lucky."
The other passengers in the same carriage were either scrolling through their phones with their heads down or staring blankly into space.
For most working people, the morning, which is supposed to be the start of the day, is just the beginning of a hectic day, an unpleasant and even repulsive time. So they don't want to talk, they don't want to think, they just want to empty their minds.
Qu Zhong and Zhai Shi, standing face to face, were laughing heartily as they chatted back and forth, like a sudden, unexpected sun shower that soaked all the pedestrians who hadn't brought umbrellas.
They only had eyes for each other, caring nothing for the lives of passersby.
Zhai asked again, "What time do you stay on duty?"
Qu Zhong was unsure: "It's usually 11 o'clock, but it might be later if I'm busy."
Zhai planned to arrive at the earliest possible time: "I have a court hearing this morning, I don't know if it will be over by 11 o'clock, I'll go to the office to get the card for you later."
He paused for a moment after speaking, then added three words: "Swipe as much as you want."
The CEO's quotes are extremely arrogant.
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...Prosecutor Zhai, don't do this. It's just a meal card, not a bank card.
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