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

He Duoye held Lin Mian's hand and dug a series of small, heart-shaped pits around the weeds.

Lin Mian: "..."

When the magazine was empty, He Duoye casually tossed the gun onto the table and picked up another silver-white pistol. It was larger and heavier than the other pistols, and its body inexplicably exuded a fierce aura.

He Duoye remained standing behind Lin Mian, his arm around her waist. He slowly removed the magazine, checked the bullets, and finally, with a click, chambered a new round.

Lin Mian's heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.

At the same moment, a pickup truck drove into the open space below.

Zhang Zhiwen, whom I hadn't seen for several days, was in the truck bed, his hair disheveled and his appearance miserable, like a beggar who had suffered greatly.

The car stopped, and a person got out of the driver's seat and a person in the passenger seat. They strode to the back of the car and threw Zhang Zhiwen out.

He rolled twice on the ground, then slowly crawled up and knelt down. Only then did Lin Mian notice that his hands were tied.

Zhang Zhiwen looked up and saw Lin Mian standing on the terrace in the distance, and immediately became excited.

The henchman next to him pressed down on his shoulders and made him kneel down on the spot.

Unable to get close, Zhang Zhiwen knelt down, raised his hands, and begged Lin Mian for mercy, kowtowing repeatedly, hoping she could help him and let him go.

Lin Mian looked away.

He Duoye, standing behind her, suddenly chuckled softly, lowered his chin, and spoke in a voice close to Lin Mian's ear, both ambiguous and dangerous.

"How long have you been dating him? How can your feelings be so deep? Look, he was so excited when he saw you that he even knelt down."

Lin Mian: "..."

He was clearly begging for mercy.

"Seeing him like this, did your heart soften?" He Duoye asked, tilting his head slightly. Lin Mian could clearly feel his gaze, scrutinizing her face inch by inch.

"Do you want to plead for him, Mianmian?"

Lin Mian really wanted to get away.

He Duoye's current state sent chills down her spine. She had seen him possessively before, but he wasn't as terrifying then as he was now.

It was as if if she answered incorrectly, she would face a serious consequence in the next second.

Lin Mian cautiously defended herself, saying, "If you don't want to let him go, then pretend I never mentioned him."

He Duoye retorted, "How heartless."

Lin Mian: "..."

Thank you for your heartlessness.

"If I asked you to kill him, you definitely wouldn't hesitate." He Duoye made Lin Mian hold the silver gun, pointing it directly at Zhang Zhiwen below.

Before Lin Mian could react, her index finger was pulled to the trigger.

A gunshot rang out.

The much stronger recoil than before made Lin Mian shudder. She stared in horror as she saw Zhang Zhiwen fall to the ground.

Her mind went blank for a moment, and the buzzing of gunfire echoed in her ears.

She... hit someone?

He Duoye suddenly clicked his tongue in her ear, sounding impatient and annoyed: "You're such a coward."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Zhiwen, who had fallen to the ground, was grabbed and pulled up.

It turns out that the shot didn't hit; Zhang Zhiwen was simply paralyzed with fear.

Lin Mian took a breath, her heart slowly returning to normal. She tried to pull her hand away, but He Duoye held it firmly.

"Didn't you want to go home?" He Duoye said. "Let's make a choice."

His tall frame encircled Lin Mian like a cage, holding her hand, and with the muzzle of his gun, he aimed at Zhang Zhiwen again.

"Now, there's a chance to go home. You go back, and he stays; or you stay, and he goes back." The next second after he finished speaking, He Duoye fired a second shot with her.

This time, the bullet hit Zhang Zhiwen in front of his knee, leaving a noticeable small dent.

The gunshot was so deafening that Lin Mian couldn't help but shudder.

He Duoye continued slowly, "What do you choose, Mianmian?"

Lin Mian made her choice without much hesitation: "I'll stay. He Duoye, you... don't make me kill someone."

This was the answer He Duoye wanted to hear, but for some reason, Lin Mian felt his breathing pause for a moment, or perhaps it was just Lin Mian's imagination.

Because immediately afterward, He Duoye said, "But you were supposed to stay anyway, so if you want to save him, you have to give something else in return."

Lin Mian was so provoked that she gave up.

Anyway, she's penniless now, and her life is in the hands of her ex-boyfriend who's become a monster since the breakup. Let him do whatever he wants.

Either way, it's going to kill her.

"Okay." Lin Mian agreed without asking any questions. "I'll give you whatever you want."

She's already slept with him, and become his third wife, what else can she do?

He Duoye paused for half a second, then suddenly chuckled softly. The sickly aura dissipated considerably, and even the madness in his eyes and brows diminished.

"I haven't said what it is yet."

Lin Mian nodded and asked, "Then tell me, what do you want?"

He Duoye looked down at her.

Lin Mian became fearless, raised her eyelashes and looked at him, but when their eyes met, she couldn't help but want to look away.

Every time she made eye contact with He Duoye, she would have the illusion that he still liked her.

Before He Duoye could speak, his right-hand man, who was always by his side, suddenly walked over, stopped a few steps away, frowned slightly, and called out "Boss."

His subordinate's expression conveyed three words: Something's happened.

The relaxed smile on He Duoye's face vanished instantly. His lips were still curled up, but his smile was cold and impatient.

Lin Mian got back on the sightseeing bus and was taken back to the villa. As for what would happen to Zhang Zhiwen, Lin Mian didn't ask anymore.

She only asked one question last night, and now she's been put through all this trouble.

One really shouldn't be too kind.

*

The next morning, Lin Mian still didn't see He Duoye. She heard from Uncle Jixiang that he would be gone for several days, but this time He Duoye was very merciful and allowed Lin Mian to leave her bedroom and move around the manor.

Finally, Lin Mian no longer has to lie down and watch TV every day.

In the evening, she strolled around the garden, where the greenery was abundant and lush, making it feel like a park.

Being alone can be a bit boring and tedious.

Lin Mian was turning around when she felt something strange in her lower abdomen; her period had come early. She quickly turned back and ran into Uncle Jixiang on the way. Seeing her anxious expression, Uncle Jixiang asked her with concern what was wrong.

"It's my period." Lin Mian's face felt a little hot.

Uncle Jixiang understood and said with a smile, "I'll have the maid send you the supplies right away."

Lin Mian quickly said, "Thank you."

She hurried upstairs, pushed open the door, and was surprised to find someone in the small living room of her room.