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

Meili returned on a tourist visa; she is now a foreign citizen. Her sister said she would go back for a while to relax, and once everything was settled, they would go abroad to find a place to open a bed and breakfast.

Over the past few years, they have earned a lot of money following He Duoye. Although they can't live a life of luxury and worry-free living forever, as long as they make proper plans and find a place to start over, they can live a good life.

Meili hadn't been back for many years. Although she had seen many videos of China on her phone, she didn't feel like it was real.

Moreover, she was all alone, and she had absolutely no idea how she was going to get through this.

Lin Mian then said, "Then you can come with me. My lease doesn't expire until the end of the year, so you can stay with me temporarily. If I lose my job, I'll take you around to see the world. There are so many fun places and things to do in China... and lots of delicious food too."

Meili remembered the food videos she had seen online, and suddenly felt that life after returning home wasn't so bleak and confusing.

The two chatted for a while about food and fun things, when someone knocked on the door and asked if they wanted to go out for something to eat.

Lin Mian wasn't hungry and had no appetite, but doing anything was better than just sitting around.

They went to the cafeteria and ate a rather unappetizing dinner.

The sky over the sea was completely dark, and the large ship bobbed up and down with the waves, making people lose their appetite even more.

Lin Mian looked out the window. There were no lights or moonlight on the sea, only a thick darkness. There was no scenery at all, except for the shadows reflected on the glass.

All alone.

She and Meili were eating with their heads down when the captain secretly took a picture from afar and sent it to his sugar daddy on his contact list.

If it weren't for this wealthy patron's willingness to spend money, his ship would never have come this way. He spent about twenty days preparing for this detour.

*

As his phone vibrated in his pocket, He Duoye was stepping on someone's chest, gun barrel down, sending him on his way.

Firelight and the beams of flashlights scattered throughout the dark woods.

He Duoye took out his phone, and when he slid to unlock it, there was a bloodstain on the screen. He put the gun away, wiped the blood off the screen with his clothes, and opened the photo.

The background is an empty and clean cafeteria, where Lin Mian and Mei Li are sitting face to face eating.

He Duoye zoomed in on the photo, staring at Lin Mian's listless expression. He kept looking until he heard footsteps behind him.

Meizhu walked over; the chaotic fight that had lasted for several hours had soiled her clothes, and there was a bloodstain on her chest.

Her first words weren't a report, but a question: "Have you received any photos of them?"

He Duoye nodded, moved his fingertips, and forwarded the photo: "See for yourself."

Meizhu saw her sister and, like Meizhu, remained silent while looking at the photo.

A night breeze blew, and the scattered flames flickered. The air was filled with the lingering smell of gunpowder and blood. Looking at the mess and chaos around him, He Duoye suddenly wanted to smoke a cigarette.

But he didn't have any cigarettes on him.

After being with Lin Mian, he gradually stopped smoking.

After cleaning up the battlefield and walking out of the woods, one of his men stepped forward, lifted a layer of camouflage cloth, and revealed several vehicles hidden underneath.

The group boarded the car one after another, with He Duoye and Meizhu in the back seat.

He Duoye took off his coat and shirt. His wounds had reopened and were bleeding again. The gauze was completely soaked with blood, and even his clothes were covered in blood.

Meizhu had already opened the first-aid kit and skillfully began treating the wound.

Disinfect and clean, then suture.

The knife wound on my back needs stitches, and the bullet abrasion on my arm also needs stitches; otherwise, the wounds will not heal quickly and are prone to reopening.

No anesthesia was used, but He Duoye only frowned slightly.

After the wound was treated, He Duoye put on clean clothes, rolled down the car window, and let the smell of blood dissipate from the car.

The used gauze and the blood-stained cotton balls from cleaning the wound were piled on the lid of the first-aid kit. Meizhu was about to tidy them up when she saw He Duoye take out his phone and take a picture of the gauze and cotton balls.

Meizhu glanced at it, her thoughts racing, and she guessed what He Duoye was planning.

Just like how he deliberately led Lin Mian through the woods for two days and two nights, he achieved a certain goal through some kind of action.

The photo of the blood-stained gauze could elicit sympathy and make Lin Mian less angry.

The two days and two nights of escape in the woods would leave an indelible mark on Lin Mian's memory for the rest of her life. Even if the worst-case scenario occurred and he couldn't go back to find her, at least she could be assured that she would never forget him.

The car drove along the mountain, onto a hidden mountain road. The headlights swept across a slope in the distance, and an overturned car flashed past in the light.

That was the off-road vehicle that He Duoye deliberately drove down the mountain.

But actually, they didn't have to abandon the car that day.

Drive along the road, and you'll reach the beach in just one hour.

But Lin Mian will never know this.

After sending the photos, He Duoye leaned back in his chair, looking out at the vast expanse of dark forest. Thinking of the enemies lurking in the shadows, he couldn't suppress the surge of restless killing intent within him.

If he could, he really wanted to leave this place with Lin Mian, go see his uncle, and then get the marriage certificate that would allow him to openly declare his possessiveness.

But he can't yet.

He couldn't leave behind such huge hidden dangers as He Jingjun and the He family. He didn't want to gamble on the possibility that "Lin Mian should be fine." He always lost his gambles and was becoming more and more afraid of losing.

In casinos, the more afraid and hesitant a person is, the more miserably they will lose.

He Duoye didn't want to gamble anymore; he wanted to eliminate any future troubles.

His phone vibrated slightly. He looked down and saw Lin Mian's reply, and couldn't help but smile.

*

After returning to her room, Lin Mian sat for a while before turning her phone back on.

She didn't want to turn on her phone; she was too angry to talk to He Duoye, that liar, and she didn't want to see any bad news.

So she avoided it for a while, but eventually she opened her phone, opened WeChat, and refreshed her messages.

Despite her anger, she still wanted to know how He Duoye was doing.

After refreshing the page several times, she received a photo from He Duoye: a pile of blood-stained gauze and cotton balls. Lin Mian stared at it for a while, then refreshed the page a few more times, but not a single word appeared.

That bastard, did he think he could get away with just posting a pitiful photo and lying to her?

Lin Mian typed angrily: "Don't think I'm not angry just because of one photo."

After sending the message, Lin Mian stared at the screen, wondering if it was a bad signal or something else, but after a minute she still hadn't received a reply.

Could he have fainted?

Lin Mian thought worriedly as her phone vibrated slightly.

He Duoye: "Then what will it take for you to calm down?"