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

Mei Li was somewhat surprised, never expecting that Lin Mian, who seemed like a little white rabbit, would suddenly say such a thing.

Lin Mian looked serious, lowered her voice, and quietly asked, "Is it possible?"

Meili nodded: "If you have money, you can."

Lin Mian quickly calculated her bank card balance and then fell silent.

She wasn't very wealthy. She had spent a lot of money hiring eight strong men, especially the two who followed her uncle's family. Although they weren't charged by the hour anymore, the price wasn't cheap either.

I should have worn a ring.

The Hekou Hotel is more than an hour's drive from the airport. After arriving, the two of them asked for a suite. The living room had a small floor-to-ceiling window with a wide view of the river below.

A beautiful tourist ship was moored on the opposite bank, and small boats were going back and forth on the river.

Lin Mian stared at the river for a while, then couldn't resist checking her phone.

There was still no news from He Duoye, and his phone was always switched off. She lowered her eyelashes and refreshed the page repeatedly without any purpose.

Once she calms down and has nothing else to do, that anxiety and unease will surge up like a dark tide, inch by inch, and coldly engulf her.

Lin Mian couldn't help but let her mind wander, and even regretted her obedient decision to leave.

Meili sat on the sofa, looking at Lin Mian's back with pity.

The phone screen lit up, and Meili looked down at the message on it.

During lunch, Mei Li gave Lin Mian a glass of alcoholic beverage, and then, emboldened by the alcohol, she made Lin Mian take a nap.

Alcohol made Lin Mian dizzy, a mix of drunkenness and drowsiness washing over her. Curled up on the sofa, she looked at Mei Li, who had covered her with a blanket, and couldn't help but ask, "Is your sister alright now?"

Meili is now feeling anxious and irritable, but she is no longer as panicked and disoriented as she was last night.

This indicates that her sister's condition is stable. Although Meizhu, like He Duoye, is still out of contact, the telepathic connection cannot be severed.

She could sense how Meizhu was doing, but Lin Mian couldn't.

Lin Mian knew nothing.

Meili straightened the blanket, her head bowed. After a long while, she said, "I'm sorry."

But Lin Mian had already fallen asleep and didn't hear it.

Meili looked at her and sighed deeply.

She apologized, saying she knew the situation but couldn't say anything yet.

*

Lin Mian had another nightmare. It was still in the woods. She was driving with He Duoye in her car, being chased and running for their lives.

A hail of bullets pounded the car, and with a series of bangs, a burst of fire suddenly erupted, lifting the entire vehicle high into the air. She saw the fierce flames engulfing her and He Duoye.

He Duoye had fainted at some point, his head lolling to the side, sitting motionless in his chair.

Lin Mian tried to protect her, but her body was firmly stuck by the seat belt.

The person was right in front of him, but Lin Mian stretched out his arm and couldn't touch the hem of her clothes.

The car rolled through the raging flames and plunged off the cliff—Lin Mian was suddenly awakened.

She sat up abruptly.

Meili was sitting at the other end of the sofa, propping her head up with her hand; she was already asleep.

Lin Mian picked up her phone to check, but there were still no new messages. She threw the phone away, hugged her knees, and buried her face in them. After a long time, she finally got off the sofa barefoot and went to the bathroom to wash her face.

The nightmare left her drenched in sweat, and in her dazed state, she thought she should buy a change of clothes.

After washing her face and going outside, Meili was already awake. She sat up, looked at Lin Mian's pale and wet face, and asked, "Why did you wake up so early? You only slept for a little over an hour."

As soon as Lin Mian sat down, she couldn't help but pick up her phone to look at it.

No matter how many times she checked, there were no new messages.

I can't sleep.

Meili told Lin Mian to take a shower. While Lin Mian was asleep, she ordered clothes for delivery. The clothes had just been washed and dried at the hotel. Lin Mian should be able to take a shower now and the new clothes should arrive by the time she was done.

Lin Mian wanted to find something to do, so she put down her phone and walked towards the bathroom. After a few steps, she turned back, took her phone, and went into the bathroom again.

She missed some news when she didn't want to take a shower.

Huihui arranged a boat through a smuggler, which was supposed to arrive in the evening, but it actually didn't arrive at the port outside the hotel until 9 pm. It was a cruise ship with very beautiful lights.

They would enter Myanmar from the river with hundreds of other tourists, and upon arrival at the port, they would be met by another vehicle.

The interior of the cruise ship was equally beautiful and luxurious, and there were many tourists. Lin Mian and Mei Li finally found their reserved room after weaving through the crowd.

The exquisite and luxurious VIP room had a beautiful and bustling city night view outside the balcony, but Lin Mian was in no mood to look at it.

She plugged her phone in, then leaned against the headboard and sent messages to her company leaders and superiors.

She didn't know when she would be going back this time, and she was too lazy to think about it too much, so she simply resigned. When her superior asked for the reason, Lin Mian wasn't in the mood to answer, but out of politeness, she suppressed her emotions and said that something had happened at home.

Lin Mian didn't read the several replies from her boss because she suddenly received a message from Wen Ya.

"Miss Lin, what are you doing?"

Lin Mian stared at the sentence, her heart racing, and she had a strange sense of unease.

Wenya contacted her; it wasn't just for casual conversation. The last time she chatted with Wenya was the day she added her as a friend after getting a new phone.

Lin Mian pursed her lips and replied very carefully, "What's wrong?"

Wenya's text message was neither too harsh nor too mild: "What do you think?"

Lin Mian gripped her phone tightly.

Just then, a ship's horn sounded outside, signaling the cruise ship's departure from the port.

Lin Mian threw the question back at her: "I don't know."

Wenya asked, "Aren't you worried about him?"

Lin Mian didn't reply; her fingertips, hovering over the screen, trembled slightly. Wen Ya knew what had happened to He Duoye, but judging from her expression, she wasn't going to tell her so easily.

Lin Mian knew that Wen Ya must have ulterior motives, but she still couldn't resist taking the bait.

"What's wrong with him?"

Wenya quickly replied, "If you want to know, just disembark at the next port, and I will personally pick you up."

Lin Mian bit her lip: "Tell me first, what happened to He Duoye?"

"That won't work, but I can take you to see him." Wen Ya's text message seemed to carry her gentle yet dangerous tone, "I just don't know if you dare to take that risk for him."

Lin Mian hesitated.

Wenya: "Oh, I can tell you something now. The cruise ship you're on will take a detour on the river, so you might not be able to disembark tomorrow."

"If you're unlucky, you might be stuck on the ship for days," Wenya said softly. "If you don't believe me, you can check a map yourself and see if the distance between your location and Baimian City is getting farther and farther away."

Unbeknownst to Lin Mian, Wen Ya's words made her even more uneasy.

She suppressed her confusion and anxiety, and asked earnestly, "You've helped me so much, what do you want?"