0050 Haitian Catering
That night, Qu Zhong was unable to go home to enjoy her remaining time alone.
As soon as he entered, Zhai pinned her against the wall by the door, locked the door, and lowered his head to bite her lips.
Before I could turn on the lights, the living room was pitch black, and I couldn't see anything. The visual impairment amplified the remaining four senses, with the tactile sensation on my lips and tongue being the most intense.
The kiss on the H University campus earlier was somewhat restrained, but now, Zhai's kiss was urgent and fierce, like a torrential downpour or a snowstorm blocking the road, hooking her tongue and sucking and biting it.
Qu Zhong's tongue felt numb. She was forced to lift her head and kiss him back, her hands unconsciously starting to grow on his cheeks, ears, and hair.
The increasingly intense movements caused the two to breathe more and more rapidly.
Zhai turned her around and, relying on his accumulated muscle memory, kissed the person in his hand as they walked towards the bedroom step by step.
Qu Zhong, who wasn't very familiar with his home environment, could only hold him tightly, staggering backward.
She seemed to have become a client who knew absolutely nothing about the law, entrusting all her difficult cases to Zhai Shi's full authority. She only needed to rely on him unconditionally, trusting that he would arrange everything for her in every detail, and she could have whatever she wanted.
With a "snap," the bedside lamp beside me was switched on. The dim, warm light, like the afterglow of the setting sun, cast the shadows of a couple sitting embracing on the snow-white wall.
Qu Zhong nestled softly against Zhai Shi's shoulder as he meticulously removed her clothes, layer by layer. His actions were as delicate as peeling silk from a cocoon, as sincere as opening an oyster to find a pearl.
Soon, they were naked and embracing each other under the same blanket.
"Ah, ah...so big and deep..."
Zhai forcefully thrust his penis deep into her, then pulled it out, penetrated her again, and pulled it out once more. He used a series of simple yet repetitive high-frequency movements to drive the person beneath him into a state of utter confusion, causing her to twist her body and scream incessantly.
"Ah...it feels so good...keep it like this, don't stop..."
Qu Zhong's head sank into her loose hair, as if resting on a black carpet tailor-made for her. She wrapped her limbs tightly around Zhai Shi, moaning and panting without restraint, feeling and accepting his eager and violent thrusts inside her.
After thrusting into her hundreds of times, Zhai suddenly propped himself up on his muscular arms and looked down at her.
Not long ago, Lin Qianqian casually used the term that connected him and Qu Zhong in a restaurant, and a brilliant idea flashed through his mind.
He kept thrusting his hips and panting, "Call me 'husband' so I can hear you."
"Uh-huh?"
Qu Zhong was somewhat bewildered by his sudden command, and stared at him blankly. After confirming that she hadn't misheard, an intensely burning sense of shame fermented and spread within her mind.
I can't bring myself to say it.
Perhaps because this word has a special meaning in the Marriage and Family section, she couldn't bring herself to call it Zhai.
She bit her lip and remained silent. Zhai's movements beneath her were quite rough, and he once again gave the order: "Will you scream or not?"
"Ah, ah...you said...you wouldn't use...uh...interrogation...again to deal with me..."
Qu Zhong's voice was already on the verge of tears, as desperate as if she had just realized during the evidence presentation phase of a trial that she only had photocopies of the evidence she brought, not the originals. The presiding judge glared angrily, while the opposing lawyer was smug.
Although Zhai is neither her judge nor her opponent, the dominance and intimidation he exudes are in no way inferior to the former two.
He always did this in bed, but he didn't seem to realize it.
Zhai had been wondering what she meant by using the interrogation tactics against her, but now he understood.
"How can that be the same?" Zhai chuckled softly above her, suddenly slowing down his speed and force, and began to tease her slowly and deliberately.
What's the difference? They both set traps step by step, using both soft and hard tactics to lure her in, like they lure any criminal suspect, until she says everything he wants to hear, and then she'll be free.
The prosecutor's patience was not to be underestimated. Qu Zhong couldn't stand his nagging any longer, and the words practically spilled out from between her teeth: "Hurry...hurry up and move..."
Zhai maliciously lifted his eyelids, a slight smile playing on his lips, looking both scoundrel and sincere: "What do I do when I have no motivation?"
"..."
I felt so awful, and my already dwindling willpower was slowly crumbling until I was completely exhausted.
Finally, Qu Zhong, trembling, grabbed his forearm, closed her eyes, and cried out in a trembling voice, "Husband, give it to me, I want it so badly, waaaah..."
One side offers amnesty, the other surrenders—a plea bargain that is absolutely forbidden by law—is currently unfolding on this creaking, rocking bed.
It shouldn't be like this, and it should have been like this a long time ago.
Zhai chuckled contentedly, then reached out and lifted her legs. His penis returned to its initial thrusting speed, reaching her deepest point each time.
This time, there was no coercion or bribery, no coaxing or deception; she spontaneously uttered the term: "My husband is so amazing... I love him so much... I'm dying for him..."
Zhai was getting more and more aroused by her constant calling him "husband," and he thrust into her frantically, each thrust harder than the last.
Finally, when Qu Zhong was screaming herself hoarse and her vocal cords were almost gone, Zhai pressed down on her and ejaculated intermittently.
Qu Zhong hugged his neck tightly, closed her eyes and breathed heavily, enjoying the ultimate pleasure with him.
...
Their cohabitation began ahead of schedule.
Besides having many more shameless nights, the most eye-catching change in Qu Zhong's life is that she went from being a dine-in and takeout enthusiast at the law firm to being a hot meal enthusiast.
Every day at lunchtime, when she lined up at the microwave, her colleagues would jokingly tell her that she had brought another lovingly prepared lunchbox. Qu Zhong would just laugh it off, neither confirming nor denying.
With only a few days left until the Spring Festival, most of her colleagues at the law firm were busy dealing with unresolved old cases, and Qu Zhong was no exception. She thought she could leisurely slack off for ten days or so and wait for the seven-day holiday, but she didn't expect that a new case would come her way before the New Year.
To be precise, it ended up in Su Rongqin's hands. However, when Su Rongqin was preparing the engagement contract, he drew an extra line in the line for the handling lawyer and filled in the words "Qu Zhong" next to his name.
The last case involving Duan Ningqi ended without a resolution during the review and prosecution stage; they had never truly collaborated on a case, so he gave her a second chance. This was Qu Zhong's thought.
Although Su Rongqin said, "I have too many cases on my hands lately, and Attorney Xu is away on a business trip, so I can't handle it all by myself. I see you just staring at the computer screen and grinning like an idiot all day, so why don't you find something more productive to do?"
...When did she start grinning like an idiot at the screen?
Okay, occasionally. It's because her boyfriend keeps making flirtatious remarks to her, it's hard for her to control her expressions.
She unusually refrained from arguing with him in his office. Su Rongqin continued, "This is a civil and commercial dispute."
Qu Zhong immediately perked up upon hearing those words. After starting her practice, she had focused on criminal cases, and it was quite nice to occasionally change things up.
As he spoke, Su Rongqin handed her a transparent file bag containing a stack of materials, telling her to familiarize herself with the case first. Before Qu Zhong could ask any further questions, Su Rongqin's phone on the table started vibrating.
He glanced at the screen, pressed the answer button instantly, and held the phone to his right ear, his tone exceptionally firm and leaving no room for negotiation: "I think I've made myself very clear. Your attitude is appalling and has caused extremely serious negative impact on our client. We do not agree to a settlement. Let's take this to court..."
As he spoke, he waved to Qu Zhong, who tactfully withdrew and closed the door behind him. He thought to himself how pitiful the opposing lawyer was, having such a formidable opponent as the "racing god."
Qu Zhong returned to his workstation and began studying the new case.
There weren't many documents in this case. Upon opening the transparent file bag, the first thing you saw was a lawyer engagement contract and several identical power of attorney documents.
The legal contract lists two parties: an individual named Cheng Quan and a legal entity named Shencheng Haitian Catering Management Co., Ltd. Several power of attorney documents also bear the signature of Cheng Quan and the seal of Haitian Catering.
In addition to the aforementioned entrusted materials, there are also some evidentiary materials that should be provided by the parties involved, including a copy of the business license, a certificate of identity of the legal representative, a house lease contract, rent payment receipts, and about ten screenshots of WeChat chat records.
Qu Zhong quickly went through all the materials and roughly figured out the details of the case.
This is a dispute over a housing rental contract.
Haitian Catering is a limited liability company invested and controlled by a natural person, with Cheng Quan as its legal representative. Since 2014, Haitian Catering has signed a store premises lease contract with a natural person named Lu Wei, stipulating that Lu Wei would lease a property on Anyan Road in District C of Shanghai to Haitian for catering business activities.
Since the signing of the contract, both parties have been fulfilling their contractual obligations as agreed. Luwei collects rent, Haitian uses the property, and the cooperation has been pleasant.
However, since April of last year, Haitian has been in arrears on rent and property management fees. Despite Lu Wei's repeated WeChat reminders, the company still refuses to pay, and the total amount has now reached over 300,000 yuan. Having failed to collect the money through personal means, Lu Wei has threatened to file a lawsuit against Haitian Catering soon, demanding that it bear the full amount of principal and interest for breach of contract.
Although a copy of Lu Wei's complaint has not yet been received, the legal representative of Haitian Catering has taken precautions and has already found Su Rongqin to represent them in the case, ready to respond to the lawsuit at any time.
This was no ordinary breach of contract case. Qu Zhong looked at the contents of those dozen or so WeChat images repeatedly, his mind filled with countless thoughts.
After thinking about it, she decided to first go to the group chat with Feng Jing to ask for practical advice on changed circumstances and force majeure.
She had barely sent out her message when Feng Jing exploded in the group chat: "Damn it, I hate pretentious people the most."
A swear word that had absolutely nothing to do with the question she asked.
Qu Zhong asked in confusion, "Huh?"
Feng Jing still didn't get to the point: "There's a man."
Lin Qianqian's confusion increased: "Huh??"
Feng Jing's hands moved at lightning speed: "I recently took on a medical malpractice case. The opposing counsel absolutely refuses to settle and insists on going to court. Do they really like the courtroom that much? It's infuriating."
After hurling insults, he realized it was unnecessary and quickly changed his tune, answering the question above: "In the situation you described, it's best to settle it privately. If it goes to court, both sides will probably get their share of blame, which is time-consuming and energy-draining, so there's no need to tag @Quzhong."
Qu Zhong thought the same thing: "Hmm, I'll contact the other party and see if she's willing to cooperate."
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