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

It's Meili.

She wore a black dress today, elegant and sexy, with a green gemstone around her neck. She stood in the middle of the living room with an air of nobility, chin raised, looking at Lin Mian with arrogance.

Lin Mian was in a hurry to go to the bathroom, so she ignored her and walked straight past Mei Li, who slammed the bathroom door shut.

Meili, straining with all her might, stared wide-eyed: "..."

Not long after, the maid came in carrying sanitary products. When she saw Meili, she was a little surprised and quickly bowed her head to greet her.

Mei Li ignored her and sat down on the sofa, crossing her arms.

After dealing with her menstrual issues and washing her hands, Lin Mian opened the door to find Mei Li standing with her arms crossed, glaring at her coldly.

After thinking for a moment, considering they lived under the same roof and would likely run into each other frequently, Lin Mian asked, "Is there something you need?"

Mei snorted and said sarcastically, "You seem to be living a very comfortable life."

Lin Mian didn't quite understand what she meant by those words.

Mei Li didn't bother to say anything more. She opened her bag and tossed a cell phone onto the coffee table: "This is for you. There's a new SIM card inside."

He then stood up and walked away without looking back.

When she reached the door, she stopped again, turned around and looked at Lin Mian, her beautiful, delicate eyebrows furrowed as if to warn: "Don't chat with that old geezer called Uncle Jixiang, he's no good."

Without offering any further explanation, Meili closed the door and left.

Lin Mian: "..."

She picked up the phone from the coffee table; it was brand new and still had the factory screen protector on.

Turn on.

Just like domestic mobile phones, even the pre-installed apps are pretty much the same. The only difference is that the new SIM card can only register a new number; Lin Mian can't retrieve her old accounts or contact her old friends.

Unless she could memorize all her friends' account numbers, but Lin Mian only remembered four numbers.

Her father, uncle, aunt, and an ex-boyfriend who is essentially dead.

After quickly browsing through her phone, Lin Mian habitually opened WeChat, only to find that it was already registered and the empty contact list contained only one contact.

The profile picture is completely black, and the nickname is just one letter: S.

My WeChat Moments is completely empty; there's nothing there.

Lin Mian had a gut feeling that this person was He Duoye, even though the nickname had nothing to do with his name.

She ignored the account.

Lin Mian lay down on the sofa and started playing with her new phone.

Only WeChat was pre-registered; all other apps required re-registration and login.

After completing the operation, Lin Mian scrolled through the page and finally opened a certain book, tentatively searching for keywords such as "park," "fraud," and "imprisonment."

They're mostly social news or discussion posts, nothing particularly interesting.

As she looked at it, she thought of her family.

Lin Mian's relationship with her father was neither good nor bad. Her father had never mistreated her since she was a child, but their relationship was distant. Her father was not good with words and had no intention of developing a close father-daughter relationship with Lin Mian; he only felt a sense of responsibility to raise her.

This sense of responsibility diminished even more after Lin Mian went to university, because he started a new family.

The stepmother has a daughter, and the father cares more about her than he does about Lin Mian; they are even more like father and daughter.

Lin Mian didn't blame her father, after all, he had raised her well, and she also had her uncle.

Her father never gave her any love, but her uncle and aunt did. Lin Mian had a better relationship with her uncle and aunt than with her father. After her grandmother passed away, Lin Mian initially lived with her uncle.

But then her aunt suddenly fell ill and needed to recuperate, so she couldn't take care of the two children. Lin Mian then went back to the countryside with her father.

If Lin Mian encounters danger and needs to ask someone for help, that person will be He Duoye before she breaks up with He Duoye.

After the breakup, it's gone.

Lin Mian's aunt and uncle treated her very well, but Lin Mian did not want to be a burden to them, and she would not contact them.

My phone vibrated; it was a message from "S".

There's not much content, just a symbol: ?

Lin Mian was about to reply with a question mark when a text message appeared on the chat page: "Aren't you going to say thank you?"

If they were face-to-face, Lin Mian might be intimidated; but across the internet, she only felt like a super keyboard warrior with incredible fighting power.

She replied to He Duoye with a classic smiling emoji.

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He Duoye looked at the message and chuckled.

He sat on a fallen tree trunk, with flames raging not far away. The orange light illuminated half of his face, making it appear warm and soft, while the other half was shrouded in darkness, blurry and cold.

From the depths of the flames, there were distorted and shrill screams, the crackling sound of the fiercely burning flames, and the groans of those about to die, along with the sound of execution gunshots.

He Duoye listened to these familiar sounds, lit a cigarette, and typed on the screen with one hand. Suddenly, a trickle of blood flowed from his finger and fell onto the screen.

The blood-red color was wiped away, and the remaining screen light was reflected as a dark red.

He Duoye frowned, trying to wipe away the blood, but it flowed more and more, until finally half the screen turned light red.

He finally remembered that his arm had been grazed by a bullet during the chaos of battle. Only when he realized the wound did he begin to feel the pain.

He Duoye habitually ignored the burning pain, but his good mood just now was like a screen being stained with blood.

Then I looked at my phone.

The words he had just typed were completely deleted, and a red rose was unexpectedly sent.

Lin Mian did not reply.

He Duoye stared at the smile and the rose for a while, and then, as his subordinates approached, he turned off the screen and put away his phone.

With a cigarette dangling from his lips, He Duoye examined the wound on his arm. The bullet had only grazed him, yet it had left a deep wound that exposed bone, and the blood had soaked through his clothes around his waist.

The man who strode over was one of his right-hand men, Wild Bull.

He was even taller and stronger than He Duoye, just like his nickname, "as strong as an ox."

He held a bloody head in his hand, dragging its owner along, and strode up to He Duoye.

With a thud, the man was thrown at He Duoye's feet.

He Duoye picked a blade of grass from his bloody wound. Without looking at the man at his feet, he asked Man Niu, "How much of our cargo did we lose?"

The bull said, "Half."

He Duoye hissed in pain, "So many."

The man covered in blood had great backbone. Even though he was badly injured and covered in blood, he still looked fearless, as if he still had a trump card up his sleeve.

The batch of goods that He Duoye lost was very valuable, and his buyer needed it urgently.

If he can't find it and can't deliver the goods within the time limit, not only will he suffer huge losses, but he will also be in big trouble.

Although the man was kneeling, he raised his head and said, "I can tell you where I hid this shipment, but you have to let me go."

After saying that, he added another bargaining chip: "I'll tell you later who betrayed you and sold me the shipping route."

He believed that these two bargaining chips were of great value and that He Duoye would definitely agree.

He Duoye slowly raised his eyes and looked at the people at his feet.

The man, who had been so confident, suddenly became fearful and uneasy when He Duoye looked down at him.

He recalled He Duoye's style of doing things, crazy and reckless. He was a madman who liked chaos and even more so, creating chaos.

You can't reason or make demands of him in the usual way.

The man felt a chill run down his spine. Just as he was about to compromise, he heard He Duoye's lazy, annoyed voice.

"Kill him, he's just an eyesore."