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

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone. He Duoye asked, "What happened?"

Lin Mian lay there, muttering, "No..."

He Duoye asked, "Did your family say anything to you?"

Lin Mian paused slightly. He was so perceptive, but Lin Mian didn't intend to mention what her aunt had said.

"It's nothing really," she said, clutching the blanket tightly, "it's just... a feeling..."

"Returning home isn't all that great," Lin Mian swallowed her words. She raised her voice and said, "The food tonight was really salty. I really want ice cream, but I don't want to go out and buy it."

If He Duoye were here, he could be made to run errands.

He Duoye said, "Let's order takeout."

As he spoke, he transferred some money to Lin Mian.

Lin Mian: "..."

She accepted the money, just in case He Duoye actually ordered some ice cream for her later.

He Duoye then asked her, "What did you eat for dinner?"

After chatting about a bunch of random things, Lin Mian gradually regained her strength and appetite. She really wanted some ice cream. Hanging up the phone, she opened a food delivery app. She discovered she needed to register to use it, and as she struggled to type in her information, the landline in the room rang.

It was a call informing her that her takeout was about to arrive.

A few seconds later, the doorbell rang, and Lin Mian opened the door and retrieved the ice cream and popsicles from the hotel robot.

*

The phone call ended, the screen automatically turned off, and the room instantly fell into quiet darkness.

A moment later, the sound of a lighter rang out, and a cluster of flames ignited, illuminating the silhouette of He Duoye.

He sat in a large single sofa, and there were already seven or eight cigarette butts in the ashtray on the small coffee table next to him.

He Duoye only took two puffs of the cigarette he had just lit. The white smoke burned slowly between his slender fingertips, the sparks rising little by little until they touched his knuckles, at which point he realized the cigarette had burned to the bottom.

He Duoye stubbed out his cigarette expressionlessly. The irritability and gloom he had felt earlier had quickly returned in the past few days, and he felt that everything around him was so unpleasant.

The curtains of the floor-to-ceiling window in front of him were open, and below was the hotel's beautiful parking lot, with neat green plants concealing the vehicles below.

I could vaguely see cars driving into the parking lot from outside.

At the same time, there were two knocks in the room, and Meizhu walked in.

The room was dimly lit, with only a sliver of light coming in from the window, outlining He Duoye's figure, slumped in the chair, blurry yet strikingly tall and slender.

There was a strong smell of smoke in the air, which Meizhu was already used to.

He Duoye often couldn't sleep at night, and would smoke one cigarette after another in the dark. However, this stopped after Lin Mian appeared.

Unfortunately, Lin Mian was sent away.

Meizhu walked to the chair and looked out the window at the parking lot below.

The car that had just driven in stopped right across the street. The subordinate in the passenger seat quickly got out, went around to the back, opened the door, and He Jingjun, dressed in a long black dress, got out of the car.

Then, a man in military uniform got out of the car and walked alongside He Jingjun toward the hotel.

He Jingjun is currently hugging, or has already hugged, a powerful figure.

Next, she may personally arrange a marriage to gain even greater support.

Watching He Jingjun and the man walk away, Meizhu finally spoke, "What do we do next?"

He Duoye lit another cigarette and slowly tapped the armrest of the chair with his fingertips.

He said, "Then we'll have to go for the big gamble."

*

Lin Mian was taken back to his home by his uncle, who insisted that Lin Mian stay for two days to rest and replenish her body.

Lin Mian couldn't refuse, so she had no choice but to go with them.

After putting away their suitcases, Lin Mian went out with her cousin to get a replacement SIM card and buy a new phone.

She did have the phone He Duoye had given her, but Lin Mian thought it would be better to buy another one, since it was brought back from abroad, and what if something went wrong someday?

She quickly got her new phone and SIM card, found a coffee shop in the mall, turned on her new phone, and logged into the social media apps she usually used one by one.

Countless messages flooded in. She had suddenly lost contact, and her company and uncle's family had sent her many messages. Her classmates and friends, who were worried about her, were also asking her what was going on.

Lin Mian replied to each one.

The good news is that the company, which was short-staffed, did not fire her directly. They accepted her reason for being out of contact due to losing her documents abroad and asked her to return to work in a couple of days.

Lin Mian immediately replied, "Okay."

Going back to work would give her a reason to leave her uncle's house. She always felt it was a nuisance to live there; her uncle and aunt were too good to her, so good that Lin Mian would occasionally feel polite and distant.

After processing the information, Lin Mian began adding He Duoye, Mei Li, Mei Zhu, and others as friends.

Meili got through the fastest. She was going to travel abroad for a few days and was currently at the hotel. Lin Mian briefly exchanged updates with her.

After chatting for a while, He Duoye accepted the friend request.

He sent me a message: "?"

He seemed not to recognize whose WeChat account it was, but Lin Mian had indeed changed her WeChat nickname several times.

Lin Mian: "..."

She replied, "Hello, are you buying insurance?"

He Duoye: "Did you buy a guarantee to get rich?"

Lin Mian's current WeChat nickname is "Get Rich Tomorrow".

Lin Mian: "It's not guaranteed."

But it can protect you from being beaten.

She looked down at her phone, and her cousin said from the other end of the line, "Sis, I'd like to order another piece of cake."

"Okay, go ahead and order."

Lin Mian unlocked another phone and sent over a few photos. The most recent ones were pictures of He Duoye's half-abdomen with his shirt lifted, half-abdomen because He Duoye's abdomen was still wrapped in gauze.

Lin Mian couldn't see how well He Duoye's wound was healing, but she could check the condition of his gauze every day to see if his wound was bleeding again.

After sending the previous photos, Lin Mian also asked for today's photos.

He Duoye still acted casually, lifting his clothes to reveal gauze and a section of firm abdominal muscles. His pants were a bit low-waisted, and a section of black underwear could be vaguely seen.

Lin Mian carefully examined the photos when the waiter brought out a new dessert—a beautifully presented pistachio chiffon cake. Lin Mian casually snapped a picture and shared it with He Duoye.

She was about to type that she was having coffee with her cousin when He Duoye sent her a message: "Whose hand is that?"

Lin Mian paused, then looked closely at the photo. Her cousin's hand had accidentally appeared in the frame. After all, he was only a teenager; his fingers were long and slender with distinct knuckles, already possessing a certain masculine charm.

"..."

He Duoye: "???"