Pure Love Imprisoned: My Ex-Boyfriend, Who Blamed Me, Imprisoned Me in Love

After the maid tidied up the room, Lin Mian looked around and noticed that there was an extra cabinet in the room.

It is about two meters tall and half a meter wide, covered with a layer of dark brown cowhide with slightly delicate patterns, somewhat like a luxurious and understated ornament.

The cabinet door had a combination lock. Lin Mian didn't know what was inside, but she guessed it probably wasn't anything good.

She studied it for a while and then gave up, instead starting to look at the closet full of new clothes.

Although my ex-boyfriend is now a piece of shit, I have to admit that these clothes and shoes are still very pretty.

Confined to her room with no other entertainment, Lin Mian could only idly try on clothes from the closet.

At noon, Uncle Jixiang came over and asked her what she wanted to eat for lunch.

The estate has two private chefs who can cook multiple international cuisines, and they even have a menu that's longer-lasting than the restaurant itself.

Lin Mian was deeply shocked when she ordered lunch, feeling increasingly that her life was being turned upside down.

She suddenly found herself living the life of a feudal concubine.

But, my ex-boyfriend suddenly became so rich, could he be committing a heinous scam?

Lin Mian closed the menu, hesitated, and asked, "Could you tell me what kind of work he does now?"

Uncle Jixiang smiled and said, "Do you see that tallest golden building outside the window? That's the Pearl Casino, where the young master works."

Lin Mian glanced back.

From her perspective, the tallest building was obscured by other buildings, and only its grand and luxurious spire was visible.

So, He Duoye runs a casino here?

Or is it that his father runs a casino here, and he's inheriting the family fortune?

After lunch, Lin Mian took a nap.

I haven't had a good rest these past few days, and things have been going on one after another. Now that things have calmed down, I'm feeling sleepy very quickly.

She slept very soundly and even dreamed of cooking with He Duoye in his old, dilapidated house.

Many bizarre things happened in my dream, but I forgot them all as soon as I woke up.

Lin Mian opened her eyes. The room was pitch black. She had actually slept until dark.

She lay on her side, hugging a pillow, motionless for a moment, slowly recalling the past.

She would cook with He Duoye in his house, which was an accident at first.

Lin Mian and He Duoye were in the same class in high school, but one sat in the front row and the other in the back row.

Initially, their relationship was very ordinary.

He Duoye was a loner, tall, fierce, and had a sinister aura. Although Lin Mian was very curious about him, she was also very afraid of him.

So, even though they were in the same class and lived close by, they hardly ever spoke to each other.

Sometimes they would run into each other on their way to and from school. Usually, He Duoye would glance at her and then give her a half-smile.

Lin Mian was nervous. She either pretended not to see it or quickened her pace and ran.

It wasn't until winter that one Monday, He Duoye took sick leave and didn't come to class. The teacher asked Lin Mian to bring He Duoye his homework.

This was the first time Lin Mian had ever stepped into He Duoye's courtyard.

She knocked on the courtyard gate from the outside, but no one answered, so she had to push the gate open herself and go inside.

The yard was empty and clean, without a single piece of clutter.

The black-painted wooden door was tightly closed, and the whole house was quiet. Lin Mian couldn't help but wonder if He Duoye was not home.

She didn't know what she was thinking at that time. In any case, she neither called He Duoye's name nor left. Instead, she walked to the window, pressed her face close, and secretly looked inside.

The curtains were drawn, but a crack was left open.

The room was a bit dark and blurry. Lin Mian could see something hanging in the room, dark and indistinct. But it instantly reminded her of a hanged ghost from a certain horror movie.

Holy crap, did He Duoye hang himself?

A loud thud went through Lin Mian's mind, and just then, a face flashed through the gap in the curtains, its dark eyes coldly staring at her. She was instantly terrified, screaming, "A ghost!"

Lin Mian turned and ran, but in her panic she tripped and fell, practically tumbling and crawling.

After running out of the yard and calming down, she slowly realized that the person she had just met seemed to be He Duoye.

Lin Mian hesitated outside for a long time before finally mustering up her courage and turning back.

The courtyard gate was still open, and the black wooden door inside was also open.

The house where He Duoye lived was not only dilapidated but also very small. Lin Mian could see the scene inside the wooden door from the edge of the yard.

He Duoye stood in the main room, which served as both the living room and the kitchen, took a bowl, filled it with cold water from the tap, and then gulped it down.

After finishing his water, he opened the refrigerator. The cold light illuminated his pale, sickly face. He looked down at it for a while, then took out a steamed bun and took a bite.

Lin Mian was stunned.

She never expected that He Duoye, who usually looked tall and fierce and had an unapproachable image, was actually so poor in private that he drank cold water and ate steamed buns.

But it's winter.

Even touching cold water makes your hands shiver, let alone drinking it.

At this moment, He Duoye seemed to sense someone's presence. He turned his head and looked over without any expression. When he saw that it was Lin Mian, he raised his eyebrows and showed some expression. His features were not as cold as before.

He Duoye, holding a steamed bun, walked to the door and said in a hoarse voice, "What are you doing? Trying to steal from my house?"

Lin Mian thought to herself, "Even a thief would have to leave two yuan in your bare house."

But she didn't dare say it out loud.

Seeing He Duoye, she was still a little nervous and slowly took a few steps closer: "The homeroom teacher asked me to bring your homework to you."

Lin Mian opened her schoolbag and handed over the test papers and workbook.

He Duoye took it, then casually tossed it onto the chair without even looking at it: "Oh, thanks. Would you like to come in and sit for a while?"

Lin Mian glanced inside and saw a bag of instant noodles in the trash can next to her.

She quickly looked away and shook her head: "No need, I'm going home."

She left quickly, and whether it was her imagination or not, she had a feeling that He Duoye was staring at her back, but she didn't dare to turn around to confirm.

Back home, Lin Mian put down her schoolbag and, as usual, first rinsed the rice and started cooking.

Her father lives on the construction site year-round, and she lives alone at home. She usually buys groceries and cooks for herself, so she is very skilled at cooking for herself.

But this time, while scooping rice, images of He Duoye's pale, sickly face, the dry steamed buns, and the instant noodle bag in the trash can suddenly popped into her mind.

Lin Mian hesitated for a long time, but finally couldn't control her pity and made an extra portion of dinner.