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

Lin Mian and He Duoye returned to the small white house by the lake, planning to stay there for a few months until He Duoye recovered.

The house had been tidied up inside and out beforehand and was very clean. There were also several bunches of brightly colored flowers on the table, similar to the flowers Wenya had given, but they hadn't been trimmed or wrapped.

Lin Mian picked it up and looked at it; she still liked it very much.

Just like last time when I was on vacation here, Meizhu and Meili were also here. Meizhu also needed to recover from her injury, so she simply stayed here. Only Li Mingshao was not here; I heard he was busy making money.

Lin Mian only heard some general information about the He family's situation.

The properties under the He family's name were either seized by others, or given away or sold off at a low price by He Duoye.

Li Mingshao has been busy lately selling off the small businesses under the He family's name, such as farmland, forests, dilapidated factories, countless properties, and businesses that have already been transferred to He Duoye's name.

Once Lin Mian has recovered from her injuries, He Duoye will take her away from this place.

I heard that He Jingjun is still imprisoned, and He Zhengchuan is seriously injured. During his hospitalization, he was clearly weak, but he still used drugs without restraint and eventually died in his hospital bed.

In short, all the troublesome things are over.

On her first day back at the little white house, although she was a little tired after a long day, Lin Mian still excitedly arranged the flowers and cooked dinner herself.

While eating, Lin Mian told He Duoye about her plans for the next few months.

Since they were going to stay at the little white house for a long time, they could fence off a piece of land in the nearby woods to raise hens, so they could make soup and collect eggs, which would be convenient for He Duoye to nourish his body.

There's also the vegetable garden. Lin Mian has been watching a lot of vegetable-growing videos lately, so she's rediscovered her vegetable-growing genes. She used to grow vegetables when she was little, but back then she didn't know how and no adults taught her, so she either failed or the seedlings were thin and yellow and eventually dried up and died.

Now that I have a mobile phone, I'm not worried about not having tutorials. And since there's a lawn right in front of the house, I can cultivate a small vegetable garden.

There's also that lake with small shrimp; you could use nets to fence off a section and buy some shrimp fry to raise.

He Duoye didn't spoil the fun; whatever Lin Mian said, he arranged for people to make the relevant tools.

Even as she went to bed that night, Lin Mian was still enthusiastically talking about her future plans.

At this moment, He Duoye took her hand from under the blanket and squeezed it: "Come a little closer."

Lin Mian stopped speaking, only then realizing that this was the first time she and He Duoye had shared a bed in a long time. Before, in the hospital, the bed was narrow, and due to He Duoye's physical condition, they rarely had physical contact.

Lin Mian shifted her body, resting her head on He Duoye's arm, her arms encircling his waist and abdomen.

Unlike the last hug, there was more space now, so Lin Mian wasn't worried about squeezing him, and He Duoye's wounds weren't as fragile.

Lin Mian's hand naturally slipped inside He Duoye's clothes and touched his abs.

Just as He Duoye was about to tell her to stop teasing him, he heard Lin Mian say worriedly, "Won't your abs disappear after six months of rest like this?"

"..."

Lin Mian moved his hand upwards, intending to touch his pectoral muscles, but remembering the wound on his chest, he quickly pressed his hand down.

He Duoye pulled her hand out and held it: "You can take this opportunity to develop eight-pack abs, and then I'll touch you."

After saying that, he added, "I've heard that a woman's pectoral muscles and chest are not in the same place. Show me what you've got after you've developed them."

Lin Mian clenched her fist: "..."

He Duoye gripped her small fist and continued, "What are you doing? Are you going to beat up a patient?"

Lin Mian said fiercely, "Once I develop eight-pack abs and a big pecs, I'll beat you up and turn you into a big meatball."

He Duoye couldn't help but chuckle softly. Lin Mian felt the rise and fall of his chest and immediately tensed up, afraid that he would laugh and reopen his wound. She quickly said, "You're not allowed to laugh!"

He Duoye opened Lin Mian's fingers and intertwined his fingers with hers: "Smile, it's okay."

Lin Mian was initially worried, so she turned on the light and personally checked the bandage. She was relieved to find that there was no bleeding.

"Alright, let's stop chatting and go to sleep."

She turned the light off again, and rested her head on He Duoye's arm, hugging his abs and leaning against his shoulder.

This sense of closeness made them both feel relaxed.

But Lin Mian didn't rest her head on his arm for too long. Once she felt sleepy, she moved away and fell asleep peacefully.

He Duoye was half asleep, but as soon as Lin Mian left, he woke up instantly. After touching Lin Mian's wrist and holding it, he fell asleep again.

*

A day later, the hen Lin Mian had requested arrived, along with He Duoye's men and a bunch of tools.

His men worked swiftly and quickly created a space in the nearby woods with fine netting for the chickens to roam. They put a chicken coop inside and raised a total of eight hens.

The new hens were very happy with their new home, clucking and strolling around in the woods. Lin Mian watched from outside, also quite pleased.

She scooped up a spoonful of chicken feed and poured it in through the mesh door.

The hens immediately swarmed over to eat, clucking as they ate, and even flapping their wings and fighting over the food.

He Duoye put his arm around Lin Mian's shoulder and exclaimed upon seeing the scene, "It's really lively here."

Lin Mian ignored him.

Raising chickens was indeed a lively affair, because these free, agile, and nimble hens would always escape when Lin Mian opened the door to feed them.

Lin Mian had no choice but to pick up a stick and chase the chickens back one by one.

Unable to exercise, He Duoye stood at the entrance of the chicken coop, waiting for the chickens to be chased back before opening the door. For some reason, the chickens were terrified of He Duoye; they would always scatter and jump around when they saw him, and he had even jumped onto his head once.

This startled Lin Mian.

Eight chickens were too many, and the eggs they laid were more than the four of them could eat. So Lin Mian asked He Duoye to kill two of them. They would make soup with one chicken and give the other to the Mei Li and her sister.

If these chickens keep running away, we might as well kill them all and eat them.

But He Duoye made Lin Mian leave the chickens behind. Lin Mian thought he didn't want to move and didn't pay attention, but she would be more careful when opening and closing the door in the future.

Although the chickens still sometimes run out, we've gradually gotten used to it.

The shrimp ponds in the lake had already been built, but the freshwater was only enough to feed small river shrimp. When Lin Mian had nothing to do, he would catch shrimp in them to play with.

After catching shrimp that day, Lin Mian went back to her room to change her clothes. When she came out again, she saw He Duoye standing at the door waiting for her.

Lin Mian asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

He Duoye looked at her and smiled, "I want to hold your hand and take a walk."

In the past few days, she and He Duoye have been taking walks along the lake every morning and evening, always holding hands.

But when He Duoye brought it up, Lin Mian suddenly felt a little embarrassed. She lowered her eyelashes and took the initiative to extend her hand for He Duoye to hold.

He Duoye grasped her fingers; his palm was sticky and wet, with something stuck to it.

Lin Mian asked in surprise, "What is it?"

He Duoye released her hand, took out a wet wipe from his pocket, and while wiping his hands, told Lin Mian, "I accidentally touched chicken poop just now."

Lin Mian: "??????"