I Was Trapped on the Same Day for a Thousand Years: Can I Be Your Fourth Fake Boyfriend? Think About It

Welcome to I Was Trapped on the Same Day for a Thousand Years, exclusively produced by Feilu Novel Network, written by Sang Ze and narrated by Wang Xiaomo and Lao He. The sudden turn of events left everyone stunned. The bodyguards outside the door tensed up. If anything happened to Li Ruobing, they would all be thrown into the river to feed the fish.

But Wu Chen did not seem to be after Li Ruobing. He was threatening her assistant, Feng Yan, with a gun, so they did not open fire immediately.

Once Li Ruobing recovered from the shock, she raised a hand and signaled toward the doorway.

"It wasn't me, boss! I'm innocent!"

Feng Yan had no idea who Wu Chen was. Assuming Wu Chen was acting on Li Ruobing's orders, he immediately began begging her for mercy. He even thought the people she had summoned were coming for him.

With his head pinned to the desk, he could not see whom the guns at the door were aimed at.

"You're innocent?"

"Even with death staring you in the face, you still dare claim you're innocent?"

Wu Chen looked furious.

"How do you explain the five million dollars in your Swiss bank account?"

"Uh, what? What five million?"

"Huh?"

"What?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I don't know anything! That money isn't mine!" Feng Yan said.

"Still trying to deny it?" Wu Chen struck the back of his head again, then searched him with his other hand. He pulled out Feng Yan's phone and used Feng Yan's hand to unlock it.

"Look, look! There's nothing on my phone!" Feng Yan cried.

Wu Chen did not look through it. He entered a string of numbers and called from the second SIM card.

Ding Ruilong's private number was not saved on the phone. Feng Yan had memorized it long ago and deleted the record after every call. Even the mobile carrier could not retrieve the call history for his second SIM card.

Unfortunately for him, Wu Chen happened to know Ding Ruilong's private number too.

After dialing, Wu Chen switched to speakerphone and set the phone on the desk.

The call connected. "Did you get the files?"

An urgent voice came through the phone. Wu Chen reached over and hung up at once.

He took the gun away from Feng Yan's head and set it on the desk, sliding it toward Li Ruobing. It stopped right at the edge. Wu Chen straightened his cuffs and collar, then returned to the sofa, sat down, and crossed his legs, perfectly composed.

Li Ruobing stared at Feng Yan, expressionless and cold. She stepped forward and picked up the gun, turning it over in her hands as though checking it. Without looking up, she said slowly, "You've been with the Li Family a long time. You worked for my father for ten years, then for me for four. You've made plenty on the side over the years, openly and otherwise. I knew, but I let it go because you were loyal. Was five million dollars really enough to make you betray me?"

Li Ruobing looked up at Feng Yan.

The bodyguards outside seemed to understand what was happening. They put away their guns and shut the door.

One of them ran to the stairwell and temporarily sealed off the entire floor.

Feng Yan dropped to his knees with a thud. Trembling, he burst into tears.

"Miss Li, I... it wasn't me! I was forced to do it!"

"So you really have been betraying me all this time."

"I wondered why I kept running into Ding Ruilong on business trips. And that advertising endorsement last time—why did they suddenly change their minds?"

There was murder in Li Ruobing's eyes.

"Miss Li, I—I didn't do it for the money."

"You didn't take Ding Ruilong's money?"

"I did take it, but... but it was your mother's idea!"

"It was your mother."

Feng Yan remained on his knees, sweat pouring down his face and blood staining his back.

Li Ruobing's expression changed. He meant her mother. The Li Family wanted her to marry Ding Ruilong, but when they made the Bet, they had agreed that if Li Ruobing discovered the Li Family deliberately helping Ding Ruilong, he would lose.

So if her mother really had ordered it, Ding Ruilong had already lost the Bet. Yet if Li Ruobing went to ask, her family would never admit it. They absolutely could not. It was a dead end.

"Miss Li, I was caught in the middle. I had no choice. I never meant to hurt you—I wasn't trying to hurt you. I've always been loyal to the Li Family," Feng Yan pleaded.

The murderous look faded from Li Ruobing's eyes, replaced by a complicated expression.

If her mother really had made Feng Yan do it, then he truly might have had no choice.

"He's lying," Wu Chen said suddenly from the sofa. He was inspecting his fingernails and did not even look their way. "It was Ding Ruilong. Your mother doesn't actually want you to marry him. She doesn't want you sacrificed for a marriage alliance between two great families. But her family pressured her too—your grandfather pressured her. Blaming your mother was Ding Ruilong's idea. He promised this traitor that, once it was done, he'd transfer a company to him on top of the five million dollars. Even if he got caught, Ding Ruilong would still give him the company."

"Ding Ruilong knows that, at home, you don't have to defer to anyone. You'd even dare curse out the old man. But you've always been protective of your mother, and you can't bring yourself to turn on her."

"Feng Yan didn't dare become a traitor at first. He knows your temper. Ding Ruilong told him that if he was exposed, he could say your mother had ordered it. She would never admit it, of course, but the terms of the Bet would make you think that was why she denied it. You'd mistakenly believe Feng Yan really had betrayed you on her orders."

"You—"

"Bullshit! You're making it all up! Who the hell are you?"

"Where did you crawl out from?"

Feng Yan completely lost his composure and cursed Wu Chen out. Everything Wu Chen had said was true. Wu Chen knew such closely guarded secrets because, during the Millennium Reincarnation, he had often tortured people for information. Each daily Reset meant he never had to face the consequences.

On one July 7, Wu Chen had kidnapped Feng Yan early in the morning and cut off his fingers joint by joint. Under torture, Feng Yan had revealed many secrets.

Wu Chen had also taken a flight of several hours to Nanguang, arrived at noon, and gone straight to kidnap Ding Ruilong. He had tortured him for information, then killed him.

There were no secrets Wu Chen did not know.

"If I were lying, why would you be so worked up?" Wu Chen asked, glancing at Feng Yan.

"Besides, suppose Boss Li calls Ding Ruilong right now, demands an explanation, and repeats what I just said. Do you think he'll protect you?"

"If he does, he owes you a company. If he doesn't, you die. What does that matter to him?"

"Am I wrong?"

Wu Chen's words plunged Feng Yan into utter terror.

"There's nothing wrong with being greedy. But if you're stupid, you've got no one else to blame," Wu Chen said at last.

Feng Yan's defenses crumbled.

"Miss Li, I know I was wrong."

"Miss Li! Miss Li!"

Feng Yan began kowtowing until his forehead bled.

Li Ruobing slowly sat down and set the gun on the desk. "Tell me everything you've done for Ding Ruilong over the years."

Trembling, Feng Yan confessed it all. He had monitored Li Ruobing, stolen company information, and done things to hinder the company's growth.

By the time Feng Yan finished, Li Ruobing was calm.

"Leave. I don't want to see you again," Li Ruobing said.

"Thank you, Miss Li! Thank you!"

Feng Yan kowtowed excitedly, then got up and fled, stumbling through the door.

Once he was gone, Li Ruobing picked up her phone and made a call. She said only one thing: "Feng Yan. Make it clean."

She hung up and tossed the phone onto the desk. Taking off her gold-rimmed glasses, Li Ruobing rubbed her eyes. She looked tired. The truth was, her life exhausted her.

"When will the ten million hit my account?" Wu Chen asked. Li Ruobing looked up at him, her gaze hard to read. She was not nearsighted; the glasses had plain lenses, and she could see perfectly well without them.

"Did I agree to pay you?" Li Ruobing asked evenly.

Wu Chen spread his hands, as if it made no difference to him.

Li Ruobing gave a cold laugh. She picked up her phone and tapped at it for a while.

Wu Chen's phone rang. He checked it and found a bank notification: twenty million had been deposited.

Li Ruobing had investigated Wu Chen earlier, so she had no need to ask for his bank account number. His information was on the desk. "You paid too much," he said, putting his phone away.

"What's going on with my brother?" Li Ruobing asked directly.

Wu Chen only smiled and said nothing.

"You lied to me!"

Li Ruobing's tone remained mild. "I know what you're thinking. You believe I have some information, but you still suspect me. You think I'm trying to win your trust. You even suspect Ding Ruilong sent me here and deliberately sacrificed Feng Yan so the two of us could put on a show for you. Right?"

"So I'm guessing that once I tell you about your brother, you'll shoot me. Won't you?" Wu Chen said with a smile.

Li Ruobing watched him in silence. "So, to put your doubts to rest, I wouldn't mind being your fourth fake boyfriend. You know that's what Ding Ruilong cares about most. He doesn't want to be made a cuckold, not even in name. What do you say? Think about it."

Wu Chen kept smiling. "Why? Aren't you afraid of dying?"

After a moment's silence, Li Ruobing said, "People want to move up in the world. If I get close to you, my life will get interesting, won't it?"

Wu Chen's smile widened.

Li Ruobing gazed at Wu Chen, and the corners of her mouth gradually lifted. She actually smiled. "I'm starting to like you."

Li Ruobing meant it. She liked greedy people.

People who wanted nothing were the most frightening. Greedy people had weaknesses she could control.

Li Ruobing picked up the gun, came out from behind her desk, and walked toward Wu Chen step by step.

From what Wu Chen knew of Li Ruobing, there was a fifty-percent chance she would shoot him now. She might kill him with one shot, or she might not.

But Wu Chen kept smiling. He did not even intend to Reset time the instant she fired. He had no need to. Li Ruobing would not miss him, especially at close range.

If Li Ruobing came within three meters, Wu Chen could subdue her in an instant. No one could catch him off guard from that distance.

The skills Wu Chen had honed during the Millennium Reincarnation were no joke. "I have to admit, you're unusual."

Li Ruobing had been smiling ever since she first showed that smile.

"You have courage and nerve. And you're so young."

"It would be a shame if you left this world now."

It was hard to tell whether she was threatening him.

She came within three meters of Wu Chen. Two meters. One. Half a meter!

Li Ruobing raised the gun in a flash and pressed the muzzle against Wu Chen's forehead.

Still smiling, Wu Chen met her gaze calmly.

He was good at reading people. The moment someone raised a gun, he could tell whether they truly intended to fire.

The instant Li Ruobing raised hers, Wu Chen knew she would not kill him.

Given Li Ruobing's personality, if she wanted to kill someone herself, she would not play games. She would fire immediately and empty the entire magazine.

Conversely, if she raised the gun without firing, she would not fire at all.

"You aren't afraid?" Li Ruobing asked, tilting her head with an amused look.

"If you really wanted me dead, you'd have called your people in. You've already realized I'm dangerous, but you didn't."

"It's just a joke. Why should I be afraid?" Wu Chen replied.

Li Ruobing narrowed her eyes, then smiled again, bright and dazzling as the morning sun in April.

"I absolutely adore you," Li Ruobing said with a smile.

She put the gun on the coffee table and took a hair tie from her pocket.

Holding it between her teeth, she swept her hair back with both hands and gathered it up. Then she took the hair tie and pulled her hair into a single ponytail.

She liked wearing her hair down. It always fell straight over her shoulders, without a strand out of place.

That, too, was a kind of disguise, much like her gold-rimmed glasses despite having no need for them. She had always cultivated an image of cold strength for the outside world. When she tied up her hair, it meant she was at home—or at least relaxed.

Once her hair was tied up, Li Ruobing turned and sat directly on Wu Chen's lap. She hooked her left arm around his neck, tilted her head slightly, and brought her lips close to his ear. They looked like an intimate couple.

With her right hand, she took out her phone and opened the camera. Click. The flash went off, and the selfie was taken.

Li Ruobing checked the photo, and her expression shifted slightly. Only then did she notice that, at the instant she took it, Wu Chen had raised two fingers in a victory sign.

In the photo, Wu Chen looked as calm as ever, with a smile on his face.

Wu Chen understood what the photo was for. It was still about Ding Ruilong.

Li Ruobing would find a chance to send it to Ding Ruilong. For one thing, it would anger and disgust him. For another, it would help confirm that Wu Chen had not been sent by Ding Ruilong.

"Fine. Starting today, you're my boyfriend. I'll have someone arrange your employment in a bit. You'll be my assistant, but you won't have to do much. Just accompany me to the occasional business banquet. You'll still get paid," Li Ruobing said as she stood.

She removed the hair tie and let her hair fall loose again. After shaking it out, she picked up the gun and returned to her seat behind the desk.

"Now tell me. What happened to my brother?" Li Ruobing asked in a cool voice.

It was as though they had suddenly become strangers again.

That was simply Li Ruobing's nature. Her guard was extraordinarily hard to break down.

This was the first time Wu Chen had become Li Ruobing's boyfriend. Although he had slept with her on many previous July 7s, there had been no feelings involved.

Before this, Wu Chen had never developed feelings for a woman. Whenever he pursued one, his goal was to sleep with her. Dating Li Ruobing was harder than sleeping with her, because as far as she was concerned, when she slept with a man, he was not using her. She was using him.

Li Ruobing had also long wanted to lose her virginity. She was not certain she could win the Bet, so she had decided that if she really had to marry Ding Ruilong, she would have her fill of other men first, just to disgust him.

She had only been waiting for a chance to abandon all restraint. On a previous occasion, Wu Chen had given her that chance and led her to choose him.

"The East Sea Crown, the Central Plains Tycoon, and the Nanguang Red Sea are the country's three top entertainment clubs. Your brother runs the East Sea Crown," Wu Chen said.

"Yes. What about it?" Li Ruobing asked.

"The Crown has crossed the line. It's implicated quite a few prominent figures, wealthy businessmen, and officials. The authorities started investigating three months ago."

"Based on what I know, I'd say they'll move in within a month at most," Wu Chen said.

Li Ruobing's expression shifted repeatedly. She looked stunned.

"This is enormous. And yes, it isn't just about your brother. They're going after the Li Family. Once they move in, your brother going to prison will be the least of it."

Wu Chen continued, "If necessary, the Li Family may even need to cut ties with your brother completely and make a clean break."

Li Ruobing stood, smoothed her hair, and paced back and forth, visibly agitated.

Although the matter did not implicate her—she was arguably the cleanest member of the Li Family—she was very close to her brother. The intelligence was sound.

Li Ruobing stopped and asked Wu Chen at once.

"Are you questioning my ability to gather intelligence?"

Wu Chen smiled and asked in return.

Li Ruobin stared at Wu Chen for a moment, then picked up his phone and quickly dialed a number.

Meanwhile, in a private room on the top floor of the East Sea Crown Entertainment Club, someone was saying, "He really isn't one of your people?"

"Well, that's strange. He dared use your name, and he even knew my number. The man's got some nerve. He's asking to die."

A handsome young man in a white shirt sat opposite a middle-aged man with a long face and a goatee. Leaning on a cane, the older man spoke to him with the utmost respect.

Behind the older man stood a bearded man with a bandaged hand.

The middle-aged man with the cane was Zhao Guai, famous throughout Donghai City's underworld as Master Crutch.

The handsome young man across from him was the legendary Young Master Li.

And the man behind Zhao Guai was Beard, who had cut off a finger yesterday.

Zhao Guai had not slept a wink the night before. He had been scared out of his wits.

He had rushed to see Young Master Li first thing that morning to apologize, genuinely believing he had offended one of Young Master Li's men. But to his astonishment, Young Master Li knew nothing about it. He said he had sent no one to contact Zhao Guai, and none of his trusted associates was a young man barely in his twenties who would dare use his name.

"Crutch, what exactly did he say yesterday?"

Young Master Li asked Zhao Guai with a sideways glance.

Zhao Guai was about to answer when a phone rang.

Young Master Li raised a hand to stop him, took out his phone, and glanced at the screen. He answered immediately, his stern expression giving way to a smile. "Sis, where are you?"

"At the shop. Come over—forget it, I'll come to you."

"Wait, Sis, is it urgent?" "Cut the chatter."

Young Master Li heard the call disconnect and smiled helplessly. His older sister had hung up on him again.

"My sister will be here soon." Young Master Li looked at Zhao Guai.

"Ah, then you must be busy. We'll be—"

Zhao Guai started to rise.

"No, sit down. You can leave after my sister gets here."

Young Master Li gestured for him to stay. "Now tell me more about that kid. He dared use my name? I'll chop him up myself!"