0015 Li Li Fu Jian
One second he was solemnly swearing an oath to the Constitution, the next he impatiently stripped off all her clothes and lingered on her large, white, and soft breasts.
Qu Zhong felt ticklish from his soft hair and instinctively shrank back. But he used one hand to pin both of her wrists under the pillow, directly above her head.
This humiliating and persecuted posture reminded Qu Zhong of the crucifixion in religious courts. All inhumane and unjust trials are conducted before dawn.
And she is now being unjustly crucified. Her judge tonight is Zhai Shi.
In a daze, Zhai had already taken her rosy, berry-like nipple into his mouth, slowly savoring it between his teeth. Qu Zhong's breathing became erratic as he sucked on her, and while she wrapped her arms around his neck, she instinctively arched her back and pushed herself towards him.
Zhai was greatly encouraged by Qu Zhong's initiative in throwing herself into his arms. Their lips and tongues licked and made Qu Zhong weak all over. She began to close her eyes and moan comfortably.
"Mmm... I like it so much..."
After sufficient foreplay, Zhai finally inserted his penis into her tender vagina. His lips lingered on her ear, and he whispered breathlessly, "So tight..."
Her slightly husky voice lured Qu Zhong to open her legs, slowly taking him inside her: "Mmm... Zhai yeah... this little slut feels so good being fucked by you..."
She called his name again and again, a murmur that was also a plea for mercy. In her mouth, the two characters "Zhai" became the rhyme of a poem, the reverse stroke of a pen, but never of himself.
She's going crazy. She was the one who got out of bed and confronted him head-on, and now she's the one making him feel so good. Resilience and gentleness coexist harmoniously in her, like day and night alternating—their very existence is its own justification.
Zhai's eyes were filled with crimson lust. He thrust in deeply and gave his verdict: "Qu Zhong, you just need to be fucked."
Amidst her incoherent whimpers, Zhai began to exert his strength, holding her with one hand and grasping her trembling breasts with the other, roughly thrusting into her clitoris from back to front, as if trying to release all that he had forgotten, resentful, and uncertain about into her body...
No matter how passionate and wild the night was, when Zhai woke up the next day, he would turn back into a silent, abstinent statue, straighten his back, and get dressed, just like their first time.
The only change was that the top button of his shirt was selectively left unbuttoned.
"They're gone."
He got up to leave, and Qu Zhong responded lazily, peeking his head out from under the covers, his voice noticeably hoarse: "Don't forget what you promised me last night."
She was referring to the Yu Wen case.
Because she wasn't fully awake, her "no" sounded like a light, gravity-defying footprint, lacking any power, yet it still arrogantly stepped over his chest.
Zhai turned his back, hiding the corners of his lips from her sight: "I know, I'll remember."
Yu Wen's case was still handled by a prosecutor and a prosecutor's assistant. The prosecutor was Zhai Shi, and the assistant was Shen Meitao, who shared an office with him and loved fitness.
Soon, the deadline for reviewing and prosecuting the case was approaching, but Zhai had yet to offer any opinions on the charges and sentencing. Shen Meitao, who was waiting to write the indictment, couldn't sit still any longer and asked him while typing on the keyboard, "How should the sentencing recommendation in the indictment be written?"
The crime of disseminating obscene materials for profit has three sentencing ranges, ranging from short-term detention to life imprisonment. She was not sure which range Zhai wanted to apply.
To her surprise, Zhai made a startling statement: "I do not intend to file a public prosecution."
Shen Meitao thought there was a deeper meaning behind his words, and looked in the direction of his voice: "What do you mean?"
Zhai rephrased it, but the meaning remained the same: "I will issue a decision not to prosecute."
His casual remark carried the weight of a meteorite crashing to the ground, leaving Shen Meitao reeling. She abruptly raised her voice: "That novel charges per chapter for profit, and the sheer number of downloads and collections across the internet constitutes a serious offense. Just for these two reasons alone, a three-year sentence wouldn't be too harsh. You think she's innocent?"
She recounted Yu Wen's crimes one by one, which sounded very reasonable, but Zhai shook his head and corrected her logic: "The act of disseminating and profiting must be based on the premise that the work itself is obscene. I don't think 'Please Enter the Urn' is obscene."
Shen Meitao was annoyed by his calm and certain tone, and her voice became sharp: "You say that disgusting thing isn't obscene? We both know how many words in the whole thing are obscene."
The usually quiet office had never been so noisy before, and the secretary who was filing documents nearby was so frightened that she didn't dare to make a sound.
Although Zhai Shi is a prosecutor and Shen Meitao is an assistant in terms of position, and the final judgment of the case rests with the prosecutor, Shen Meitao has far more years of professional experience than Zhai Shi and can be considered his senior.
He actually disagreed with her so vehemently, and showed no inclination to back down. His dark eyes held a resolute expression: "Where is the rationality and legitimacy in judging whether something is obscene based on the proportion of its content?"
He paused, thought for a moment, and quickly found a suitable argument: "Only when plagiarism is judged is it based on proportion, but unfortunately this case is not a copyright infringement case."
The office fell completely silent after he said that.
Shen Meitao felt that Zhai was acting too strangely, not only in his words, but also because she noticed that he was wearing a gray pullover hoodie today, something he had never worn before. At least since he was promoted to prosecutor and transferred to the Third Department to work with her, this young man had dressed very formally every day in order to project a more authoritative public prosecutor's image.
He doesn't seem like a prosecutor who has already been promoted to a full-fledged position; he seems more like a greenhorn who has just graduated from law school, has no practical experience, and is just recklessly charging around with a head full of enthusiasm.
"Perhaps we've been possessed?" Shen Meitao scoffed. "Well, it seems we're just too old and conservative, unable to distinguish between obscene materials and works of art."
Her words were loaded with meaning; Zhai clearly didn't want to argue with her anymore. She tactfully headed towards the gym, finally throwing out a sarcastic remark: "The prosecutor has the final say."
Zhai was not swayed by Shen Meitao's attitude. Looking at the application for non-prosecution in his hand, he felt an unprecedented sense of security.
Qu Zhong seems to be born to be a lawyer. The application for non-prosecution that she sent over, like her previous defense statement, looks like it was written casually, but the logic is meticulous and the wording is precise. Reading along with her words, it is easy to fall into her point of view.
But Zhai knew clearly that he wasn't simply persuaded by the document; he admitted he had some ulterior motives. When asked in the interrogation room why she wrote the novel, Yu Wen replied that it was because she wanted excitement, adding that someone like him wouldn't understand.
How could Zhai not understand? He himself was no different. A civil servant's background check can examine a person's three generations of direct relatives, moral character, social relationships, and political awareness, but it can never examine whether a person has a strong sex drive.
When he discovered this, he felt disgusted with himself and even secretly went to see a psychologist.
But the doctor told him that it had nothing to do with any physical or psychological illness, and that his life might be smooth sailing, but deep down he craved excitement. He was self-disciplined, law-abiding, and polite, and couldn't do anything unconventional, so he could only seek spiritual pleasure in this way.
Therefore, while he understood the lingering warmth, he was also defending himself. More importantly, he didn't want to make the same mistake twice.
When Xue Bo's case was handed to him with a judgment of defeat, the first thing that came to his mind was the ancient judge who would fight to the death for the law.
Although Ling Yedong later comforted him, saying it was just an isolated case and there was no need to take it to heart.
How could I not keep it in mind? Every wrongful conviction that has aroused public outrage is an isolated case. Behind every case lies a real, bloody story.
Four years ago, on the first day he put on this uniform, he raised his right hand and solemnly swore an oath. He swore to uphold the correct implementation of the law for life, to never let a bad person go unpunished, and to never wrong an innocent person.
But what is he doing now, and what has he gained? He has completely forgotten the extremely important responsibilities that a prosecutor bears.
He could attribute all this to the environment; everyone makes oaths, but how many truly keep them? Within the current system, neither exceptional wisdom nor keen insight is required. When His Majesty the Emperor parades through the streets in his new clothes, it's enough to join the crowd in praising their splendor, rather than bluntly pointing out that he's completely naked.
If you lack discernment, you'll become nobody.
Zhai, who suddenly realized the truth, was like a survivor who had escaped death in a catastrophe.
Unfortunately, no one around him listened to him.
The person who shares his ideas stands on the opposite side.
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The story of Li Li sacrificing himself to the sword tells of Li Li, a prison official during the Spring and Autumn Period, who sacrificed his life to uphold the law after making a wrong judgment, demonstrating the sanctity and inviolability of the law.
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