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

Meizhu's skin tone was also a bit darker than before, and her hair had grown longer. She casually held it up with a shark clip, and she didn't look as aloof as before, but rather appeared more calm and peaceful.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, she led Lin Mian and He Duoye upstairs.

As early as the preparation of the homestay, Meizhu had prepared a private suite for He Duoye and Lin Mian, located in a corner on the top floor, but with the best view.

The room was a small one-bedroom apartment facing the sea. It had been vacant and had never been occupied by anyone else. Everything was brand new, including the large bathtub next to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Lin Mian opened the balcony door, and a gentle sea breeze immediately blew in. The weather was excellent, with a clear blue sky and a calm, deep blue sea, where several white sailboats drifted slowly with the waves.

Tourists strolled leisurely on the nearby beach, a row of neat parasols stood on the sand, and people were surfing and swimming in front of them. The whole scene was as relaxed and leisurely as a movie.

After quickly packing their luggage, they went to the beach for a stroll in the afternoon. Lin Mian specially bought a lot of bohemian-style dresses and a straw hat for sun protection.

When she arrived at the beach, she was thinking of taking some pretty photos, but suddenly a strong gust of wind blew her away, and her big straw hat was gone in just a few minutes.

Lin Mian hurriedly chased after the hat all the way to the beach, only to watch helplessly as the straw hat flew into the distant waves.

The wind was strong, blowing Lin Mian's hair and skirt wildly. She brushed the hair off her face, turned around dejectedly, and saw He Duoye standing not far away, taking pictures of her with his phone.

Lin Mian immediately turned her anger on him, kicking him with seawater: "Still taking pictures? Why didn't you help me chase my hat back then?"

He Duoye said, "I took a picture of you."

"You're dead if you dare take ugly pictures," Lin Mian said, walking over.

She had just stepped into the water, and the sand in her sandals made her very uncomfortable, so she took them off. He Duoye offered to hold her shoes and then showed her the photos he had just taken.

The sun at the beach was too strong, and the bright light made the phone screen appear dim, so Lin Mian had to get close to see it clearly.

He Duoye thoughtfully shielded the phone with his hand so she could see it more clearly.

Many photos were taken in a row, from Lin Mian's hat being blown off by the wind, to her chasing after the hat to the beach, and then to her trying to pull the hair off her face; the whole process was captured clearly.

But in every single photo, Lin Mian's hair was flying everywhere, making her face completely unrecognizable. Coupled with the overexposure, she looked like a disheveled female ghost.

"So cute," He Duoye praised, "like a ghost."

Lin Mian swung her arm and hit him.

He Duoye dodged to the side. He was tall and had long legs, so Lin Mian couldn't catch up at all. She regretted that she had given him her shoes, otherwise she could have smashed him to death with her sandals.

*

Back at the guesthouse from the beach, Lin Mian saw two familiar faces in the lobby: Li Mingshao and the taciturn, almost invisible bull who always followed He Duoye around.

Li Mingshao waved casually, "Long time no see, Mr. He, Mrs. He."

He Duoye didn't react much to the two forms of address and asked, "When did you arrive?"

Li Mingshao laughed and said, "While you two were chasing each other on the beach, we were just watching the fun."

Lin Mian: "..."

There's a large terrace in front of the guesthouse with a view of the beach, but it's almost a kilometer away. I don't know how they could tell who was who.

He Duoye showed no embarrassment whatsoever, simply saying, "Watching the show costs money, have you prepared the red envelopes?"

"Of course! It's your wedding, shouldn't we, your subordinates, give you a huge red envelope?" Li Mingshao waved his hand and said, "I'll give you an apartment."

Lin Mian was startled and exclaimed, "Is it that big?"

Mei Li, standing nearby, scoffed and said, "He's currently involved in real estate development in Africa. The houses are still under construction. What he gave us was just an empty check."

Li Mingshao retorted, "How is it an empty promise? Won't it be fixed in two years?"

Meili rolled her eyes at him.

"Africa..." Lin Mian asked, "Can we see elephants there?"

Li Mingshao immediately replied, "Yes, I can. It's up to you."

He glanced at He Duoye, then raised an eyebrow at Lin Mian.

He Duoye ignored them and hooked his arm around Lin Mian's neck as they walked upstairs. The two of them were sticky from the sea breeze and their feet were covered in sand, so they needed to take a shower.

That evening, the group of them had a barbecue and drinks together on the terrace. This meal was also her and He Duoye's wedding banquet.

Several people took turns giving gifts.

The weather was fine, and the moon was extremely bright at night, reflecting the shimmering sea surface, making it tranquil and deep. The sea breeze was not as fierce as during the day, but gentle and soft, making people feel very comfortable.

Lin Mian looked at He Duoye talking to others. Perhaps because she had been drinking, her body felt weak and her heart softened.

He Duoye noticed her gaze, and naturally lowered his head to give her a light kiss on the lips.

Hearing the commotion around her, Lin Mian realized she was outside. Her face flushed red, and she wished she could shrink behind He Duoye.

He Duoye finished the last sip of his drink, then pulled Lin Mian to her feet: "Alright, that's enough for tonight."

As soon as they got back to the room, He Duoye picked up Lin Mian and kissed her fiercely. The two stumbled and almost fell onto the bed when Lin Mian grabbed his hair.

"bath."

The charcoal grilling left them both smelling strongly of it.

He Duoye clicked his tongue impatiently, but still picked up Lin Mian, kissing her as he walked towards the bathroom.

The bathtub was already filled with water, and a layer of rose petals was romantically sprinkled on top—it must have been prepared by Meizhu.

He Duoye carried Lin Mian into the bathtub.

The water, adorned with floating rose petals, swayed and rippled, becoming increasingly rapid for a while before splashing large droplets onto the floor.

Lin Mian was dizzy from drinking, and felt especially sleepy afterward. He Duoye put her on the bed, and she closed her eyes and wanted to sleep.

"Don't sleep yet." He Duoye pinched her cheek. "There's still a gift."

Lin Mian perked up: "What?"

He Duoye opened the drawer and took out a box. Lin Mian thought it was jewelry, such as a custom-made ring, but when she looked down, she found it was a custom-made bell clip and belt.

Lin Mian, still drunk: "?"

He Duoye bound Lin Mian's hands with a belt: "This is the wedding gift you gave me."

"A wedding gift for you?" Lin Mian was shocked by He Duoye's overwhelming sense of worthyness. "You're marrying me, and I still have to give you a wedding gift?"

"Is there a problem?" He Duoye touched Lin Mian's bound wrists, picked her up, and made her kneel on his lap.

Looking down at the spot where the bell clip would be placed.

He kissed her and said, "If you're not happy, you can ask me to give you a wedding gift too."

Lin Mian really wanted to punch him, but she couldn't move her hand.

Soon the bell rang out, shakily, mixed with Lin Mian's sobs and the curses that were immediately silenced as soon as she tried to peek out.

In the end, only the sound of bells and crying remained.