Revenge! The Most Exhilarating Way!

Welcome to listen to I Am Trapped on the Same Day for a Thousand Years, authored by Sang Ze and narrated by Wang Xiaomo.

After sending the text message, Wu Chen gave Li Ruobin a look.

Li Ruobin took a deep breath and sat back down.

Although he did not know Wu Chen's specific plan for retaliation, Li Ruobing, who had kept a very low profile ever since arriving in Donghai, truly did not want to start a public conflict and lose his dignity.

Faced with something like being bitten by a dog, Li Ruobing certainly would not bite back; he would either skirt around it or beat it to death. If a real conflict broke out, he would never let himself suffer losses.

As soon as Li Ruobing sat down, several bodyguards who had been hurrying over abruptly stopped in their tracks.

Li Ruobing made a slight hand gesture, holding his cup and tilting it outward a fraction.

The bodyguards understood the gesture; pretending to just be passing by, they ambled a few steps and went back.

Hmph, and here I thought it was something major. Who is that supposed to scare?

The heavy-makeup girl in the farming outfit spoke up again. In truth, she had actually been startled just a moment ago.

At the very instant Li Ruobing had suddenly stood up, she had been frightened.

Even though such a presence was invisible and intangible, people could genuinely feel it.

Thinking that Li Ruobing was coming over to hit her, the heavy-makeup girl had been so scared that she ducked into the middle-aged man's arms, but she had not expected Li Ruobing to sit back down.

"Don't be scared, baby. No one dares to touch you; not if they value their lives."

The handsome middle-aged man patted the heavy-makeup girl's back, speaking intentionally loud. He cared deeply about his face, and under these circumstances, no matter how attractive Li Ruobing was, she had nothing to do with him. He was bound to protect the farming-outfit girl. She had even stood up to scare people, yet didn't even dare to walk over—what kind of pretentiousness was that?

The heavy-makeup girl kept muttering under her breath.

Li Ruobing was truly furious. He even regretted why he had chosen to sit at an outside table; in the past, he always went to a private dining room when he was alone, just to seek some peace and quiet. Today, because he came with Wu Chen, they had ended up right by the entrance. If they had gone inside, none of this nonsense would have happened.

Wu Chen was still holding down Li Ruobin's hand without letting go. He genuinely did not want Li Ruobin to go over and splash a face full of juice on someone, only for their bodyguards to rush in and beat everyone half to death.

If that happened, Li Ruotai might get word of it and bring people over, and there was no telling what kind of chaos might ensue.

As for suffering a loss, Li Ruobing would never let that happen.

Of course, Wu Chen was not about to let Li Ruobing swallow his anger and just let it go—that would be no fun at all, entirely pointless. Revenge had to be served in the most exhilarating way possible.

"Look at that guy, looks totally like a student. His girlfriend is getting talked about and he doesn't even dare to make a peep."

The heavy-makeup girl's voice came over again. Wu Chen acted as though he heard nothing, patted the back of Li Ruobin's hand once more before pulling his own away, and then said, "Let's talk about something interesting. Tell me, why do you think that woman is so hard to get?"

"Is a few days really not enough?"

The wording was vague. Anyone else listening would think they were talking about an outsider's business, but Li Ruobing understood clearly that they were talking about Su Qingying.

Not knowing why Wu Chen suddenly wanted to bring this up in a public place, and wanting to divert his own attention to avoid hearing those two people's voices, Li Ruobing replied, "The conditions she sets are too harsh. No man would ever agree."

"How are they harsh? Isn't it just becoming a matrilocal husband? There are plenty of people willing to do that these days."

Wu Chen laughed.

Li Ruobing's expression changed instantly. How could Wu Chen say such a thing? Was he willing to become a matrilocal husband?

Wu Chen raised an eyebrow at Li Ruobin.

Li Ruobin, in turn, suddenly seemed to understand something.

A matrilocal husband?

Li Ruobing sneered.

"Hmph, any man with even a shred of self-respect shouldn't—no, if he's still a man, it's impossible for him to go be a matrilocal husband for someone else."

"What you just said isn't quite right, is it? Women can marry into a man's family, so why can't a man marry into a woman's?"

"Whatever happened to gender equality?"

Wu Chen said, "That's not the same thing."

Li Ruobing immediately retorted, "A woman marrying a man—as long as the man isn't terrible, and her family dotes on her, she isn't lower than anyone else."

After debating the issue of gender equality with Wu Chen for several minutes, Li Ruobing steered the conversation back to the topic of matrilocal husbands.

"What kind of deal is a man marrying into a bride's family? Only someone who is useless, greedy, and unable to find a wife would go be a matrilocal husband, wouldn't they?"

"Do you think any woman actually likes a man marrying into her family?"

"Who doesn't like a real man of strength and honor?"

"A matrilocal husband is worth less than a dog. In that household, from top to bottom, who doesn't look down on him?"

"Back in his hometown, he'd probably have his spine pointed at by gossip for the rest of his life."

"Marrying into a family isn't wrong in itself; it's a personal choice. If he's willing to let his children take his wife's surname, that shows he's magnanimous, and it's none of our business."

"But marrying in just to be someone's dog—where the family's pet dog ranks third and he only ranks fourth, swallowing his insults and pandering to everyone's expressions just for money and a woman, living without a shred of dignity—what is the point of such a man staying alive?"

Li Ruobing was voicing his genuine thoughts. He despised women who endured domestic violence and refused to divorce just as much as he despised men who married into a family for status.

As a woman, he hoped women could stand on their own feet, and he also hoped men would live more like true men.

"Put that way, it makes sense. You're right, a matrilocal husband is worth less than a dog. Especially those who throw away their most basic dignity for money—they might as well just drop dead."

Wu Chen seemed convinced by Li Ruobing's argument.

Bang!

A loud crash suddenly rang out behind Li Ruobing. It was the handsome middle-aged man, who had smashed the large glass of juice he had just been served into pieces.

Judging by his complexion, he was in a state of thunderous fury, his entire face flushed crimson.

"Are I giving you guys too much face? Who the hell are you taking shots at over here?!"

The handsome middle-aged man who had smashed the glass abruptly stood up and cursed, his anger completely blown. He thought he had been recognized, and that they were deliberately talking about him to mock him.

He wasn't wrong—Wu Chen was doing it on purpose.

Wu Chen knew that the man was a matrilocal husband, and indeed someone whose status at home ranked below the family dog. Therefore, the conversation just now between Wu Chen and Li Ruobin had been excruciatingly grating to him, drilling straight into his heart.

Wu Chen pressed down on Li Ruobing's hand again, then stood up and said, "Who are you cursing at? Why so excited?"

"We were talking about matrilocal husbands being dogs—does that have anything to do with you?"

"Are you a matrilocal husband? Are you?"

Wearing a smile and a look of puzzlement, Wu Chen spoke in an extremely loud voice. The customers at several nearby tables all turned their heads to glance over, having heard every word. Even the patrons sitting near the entrance of the restaurant poked their heads out to look toward the window. The handsome middle-aged man was choked up instantly, his face swelling as red as a balloon, unable to squeeze out a single syllable.

If he admitted in public that he was a matrilocal husband, he would truly lose all face, yet Wu Chen was clearly insulting him to his core.

Just bear it!

"Are you a matrilocal husband?!"

The farming-outfit girl turned her head, demanding with a look of utter disbelief in her eyes.

She knew the handsome middle-aged man had a wife—he had told her so himself, claiming they were in the middle of a divorce and dragging things out only because of property division, and that once the divorce was finalized, he would marry her. But he had never mentioned anything about marrying into his wife's family.

"A matrilocal husband?"

"You call that a divorce, my ass! Do you even have the guts? Dividing property? What property is there to divide?!"

"I—I am not!"

Relying on his thick skin, the handsome middle-aged man flatly denied it.

"Then what are you getting so worked up for?"

"If it has nothing to do with you, why are you saying we were taking shots at you?"

"You scared me. I thought you were one of those guys willing to go into someone else's house and act like their dog."

"If you are, admit it; if you aren't, then it has nothing to do with you."

As Wu Chen spoke, he tapped the screen of the phone resting on the table, checking the time—it should be about right. The middle-aged career woman's company was not far from here. The handsome middle-aged man had taken advantage of his lunch break to meet up with someone, so naturally, he wouldn't be too far from his office. This was something he did frequently, which was how Wu Chen had deduced it.

"You—you—" The handsome middle-aged man's lungs felt like they were about to explode from rage, his glare as ferocious as if he wanted to tear Wu Chen apart alive.

Right at that moment, a shrill barrage of car horns blared. This Western restaurant was situated by a plaza where vehicular traffic was prohibited, but several black commercial vehicles blasted their horns to warn pedestrians to get out of the way, driving straight through regardless.

The cars pulled up to the curb, and all their doors flew open simultaneously. A group of more than a dozen black-suited bodyguards got out, while from the middle vehicle stepped a plump, middle-aged woman in her forties wearing a shawl. Though her looks were ordinary and she was heavy-set, this woman exuded a formidable presence. Her aura was intensely powerful—compared to Li Ruobing, she lacked a bit of sharpness and brilliance, but made up for it with a heavy, commanding weight.

At the sight of this, the handsome middle-aged man's face instantly drained of all color, turning deathly pale. Scared witless, he dropped heavily back into his seat.

Wu Chen also sat down, giving Li Ruobing a smiling look. The good show is beginning.

The handsome middle-aged man was completely paralyzed by terror. The moment he laid eyes on the middle-aged noblewoman, his mind went blank.

Stepping out of the car, the middle-aged noblewoman locked her gaze straight ahead, her expression calm, her eyes carrying a murderous glint.

She strode toward that table, flanked by a dozen bodyguards who ringed them in. Anyone present could tell the situation was deeply wrong.

Li Ruobing turned his head to watch. Upon seeing the middle-aged noblewoman, a trace of surprise crossed his face because he recognized this woman. In fact, she was one of the earliest local business figures he had gotten to know after coming to Donghai.

Zhan Xiumei, currently 45 years old, chairperson of Donghai's Guifeng Group, owner of the Donghai Haitide Club, vice president of the Donghai Chamber of Commerce, and director-general of the Donghai Entrepreneurs Association. Her personal net worth was currently around one billion.

In terms of sheer wealth alone, Zhan Xiumei's personal assets did not rank among the top tiers in Donghai; she was not among Donghai's top ten wealthiest individuals, but her status within the East Sea Business Circle was utterly unique.

Her father, Zhan Jianyi, was among the first wave of patriotic overseas Chinese merchants who returned to invest after the reform and opening-up, restoring his Chinese nationality in the early 1980s.

He was the founder and first president of the Donghai Chamber of Commerce, as well as the first president of the Donghai Entrepreneurs Association.

He had also single-handedly spearheaded the establishment of the Donghai Overseas Chinese Chamber of Commerce, contributing both money and effort to assist Donghai in attracting foreign investment and making indelible, vital contributions to Donghai's commercial development over the past few decades.

Zhan Jianyi had served two terms as a deputies to the National People's Congress and one term as a member of the National Committee of the CPPCC. Though he was now approaching eighty and had long since retired to enjoy his twilight years, he still held honorary leadership titles such as honorary head of the Donghai Chamber of Commerce and honorary head of the Donghai Entrepreneurs Association.

Zhan Jianyi had five children in total. His eldest son was already nearly sixty and served as the primary heir to the family enterprise; however, to better develop the family business, he had long since moved the company headquarters to the capital.

His second and fourth sons had both entered official careers, with the fourth son doing the best—currently serving as a mayor in a northwestern city at under fifty years of age. If things went smoothly, he was projected to reach at least vice-provincial rank by the time he retired.

The third and fifth children were both daughters. The third daughter had married long ago—wedded to the son of an old associate—and was currently stationed long-term in America.

The fifth child was Zhan Xiumei.

Among Zhan Jianyi's five children, only Zhan Xiumei remained by his side. Although Zhan Xiumei had not inherited the core family business, she had already begun setting up businesses under family backing in her twenties, carving out her own path as a career woman.

Li Ruobing had met Zhan Xiumei four years ago. In a place like Donghai, even though the Zhan Family held less absolute say after dividing up their assets than they once did, they remained the most prestigious family in Donghai—not necessarily holding the most money, but unquestionably holding the highest status.

As long as Zhan Jianyi drew breath, that fact would never change.

When Li Ruobing first arrived in Donghai, he and Li Ruotai had gone to pay a visit to Zhan Jianyi. While it carried the implication of paying respects to a local titan, it wasn't to ask the Zhan family for favors, but rather a courtesy call as juniors to greet him and avoid unnecessary friction down the road.

Zhan Jianyi had known the elder of the Li Family. Even back when Zhan Jianyi's influence was at its peak, he couldn't compare to the Li Family patriarch, but they were old acquaintances nonetheless.

The reason Li Ruotai had come to Donghai to develop his career in the first place was due to that connection between the Li Family patriarch and Zhan Jianyi.

Li Ruobing had paid respects to Zhan Jianyi and thus gotten to know Zhan Xiumei.

However, because the two had no business overlap and Li Ruobing disliked private socializing, her meetings with Zhan Xiumei were few and far between.

She had certainly never laid eyes on Zhan Xiumei's current husband.

Yet she knew that Zhan Xiumei had been married three times: her first two marriages had been abysmal failures, and for her third, she had taken in a man as a matrilocal husband.

Her husband was much younger than her—a pure pretty boy who had been only in his twenties when he married her.

Pretty boy was not a term coined by Li Ruobing; that was simply what everyone called him.

Word had it that a decade or so ago, right after her third marriage, she frequently brought her husband to public events, though she stopped bringing him along much later on.

Li Ruobing thought about Zhan Xiumei for a moment, then abruptly whipped his head around to look at Wu Chen. Following that, he turned his gaze back toward the other side, looking at the handsome middle-aged man who was currently pale-faced and terrified.

That is Zhan Xiumei's husband—the pretty boy who married into the Zhan family a decade ago!

Wu Chen just sent a text message to Zhan Xiumei to get her here to catch him cheating!

Recalling this, Li Ruobing suddenly found that every single piece of the puzzle fit together: this middle-aged man who cared so much about face, loved to act superior, and lacked basic decency looked to be in his early thirties, which meant that getting married a decade ago would have put him right in his early twenties.

Furthermore, even though he was now middle-aged and somewhat out of shape, he still retained a handsome aura.

One could easily imagine that in his youth, he must have been drop-dead gorgeous.

Ah, a pretty boy.

Li Ruobing even remembered his name from having heard people mention it before—it seemed to be Wang Weijun.

Zhan Xiumei did not notice Li Ruobing, or rather, she was not looking at anyone else at all. Stepping out of the car, her eyes locked straight onto the handsome middle-aged man—her husband, Wang Weijun. Flanked by her squad of bodyguards, she strode over with a terrifying momentum.

Realizing something was wrong, the farming-outfit girl immediately pressed closer to the handsome middle-aged man, grabbed his arm, and asked, "Honey, who are these people? Do you know them?"

She hadn't guessed that Zhan Xiumei was Wang Weijun's wife because of the stark age gap between the two, which looked to be around ten years.

Wang Weijun was nearly scared out of his wits. He frantically shoved the farming-outfit girl away, even scrambling to his feet and stepping aside as if dodging a plague victim.

"What are you doing? You pushed me?!" The farming-outfit girl was no pushover either.

"Little girl, this has nothing to do with you. Get lost!"

Zhan Xiumei said as she approached, her tone carrying an unquestionable finality. She didn't want to hassle this girl because this wasn't the first time Wang Weijun had been caught cheating. She used to be furious, harboring deep resentment toward women who seduced her husband, but she had since learned better: she didn't blame others, knowing who truly bore the debt, and she was crystal clear on who deserved a beating.

"Who the hell are you, you fat hag, telling me to get lost? Let me tell you, don't try to scare me—this is a society governed by law!"

The farming-outfit girl turned her head and started mouthing off at Zhan Xiumei.

Slap!

A crisp, loud crack echoed.

The farming-outfit girl was spun around by Zhan Xiumei's full-swing arm and sent flying. She tumbled headfirst, smashing over a chair and crashing to the floor, completely dazed from the blow.

"Get lost!" Zhan Xiumei cast a cold, sideways glance.

The farming-outfit girl wasn't just dazed; she was terrified out of her mind, cowering and shrinking backward on the floor.

Zhan Xiumei's bodyguards immediately stepped forward, hauled the person up, dragged her straight to the roadside over ten meters away, and tossed her aside just like throwing out trash.

Zhan Xiumei didn't spare her another glance, taking two steps toward Wang Weijun, who was standing trembling by the table.

"Wife, listen to my explanation!"

Plop!

Wang Weijun, who had been acting so high and mighty ever since arriving at the restaurant, collapsed straight onto his knees.

At that exact moment, Zhan Xiumei picked up the glass pitcher of lemon water from the table.

Before Wang Weijun could finish speaking, a crash rang out as the glass pitcher shattered over the top of his head, sending blood instantly streaming down his face.

"How many times is this?!"

"How many times?!"

"I spent my own money raising you, and you go off raising other women—how many times has it been?!"

"I'd be better off raising a dog than you!"

Zhan Xiumei erupted, lunging forward to kick Wang Weijun squarely in the face before picking up a chair with both hands and smashing it directly into his body.

The customers inside and outside the restaurant were thoroughly frightened. The restaurant waiters ran out to try to stop her, only to be blocked by Zhan Xiumei's bodyguards.

Those bodyguards maintained a vigilant watch over their surroundings, targeting anyone who dared pull out a phone to film them.

Zhan Xiumei did not let the bodyguards do the dirty work; she did the beating herself, savagely thrashing Wang Weijun for a full five minutes.

Aside from covering his head, begging for mercy, and trembling, Wang Weijun dared not do a thing—he didn't dare fight back, and his head, body, and face were covered in blood.

Finally, Zhan Xiumei vented enough of her rage. "Take him away," she signaled to the bodyguards, who immediately stepped forward to hoist Wang Weijun up by his arms and drag him toward the car.

Paying no heed to the surrounding gazes, Zhan Xiumei calmly took out her own phone and dialed a number. The text notifying her to catch the cheater had come from an unknown number; she didn't know who sent it, but she figured they must have been nearby, so she dialed it to see if the person was still around.

Just a few meters away, the phone resting on Wu Chen's table began to ring.

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