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

The pretty boy led them into the inner corridor.

Even with his cane, he walked briskly, saying to Meili, "Leave this to me, you go get a full-body moisturizing skincare treatment, your skin is so dry, it's making your makeup cake up."

Mei rolled her eyes at him, said nothing, and walked away in her high heels.

Customers were coming and going in the lobby when Lin Mian saw a middle-aged man with a scar on his face silently stride over. He was one of Uncle Kang Nuo's men. After nodding to Li Ming Shao in greeting, he stood silently next to Uncle Kang Nuo.

Once the group entered the elevator hidden deep inside, the pretty boy finally had a chance to introduce himself to Lin Mian. His name was Li Mingshao, and he was one of He Duoye's men, mainly helping him manage his business.

Uncle Connor asked, "Didn't you two meet before?"

Li Mingshao waved his hand: "Don't mention it. I had a misunderstanding about Mianmian back then. I thought she was a liar, so I interrogated her."

As he spoke, he apologized to Lin Mian and explained, "I really just wanted to scare you that day. Snakes aren't poisonous, and tigers don't eat people. Look at me, I'm fine, my leg is just broken... Please don't hold a grudge against me. If you resent me, you can slap me later."

He stretched out half of his handsome, pale face: "You can hit me all you want, I definitely won't fight back."

Lin Mian: "..."

She was indeed quite bothered by it, after all, she had never been so frightened before.

But slapping her is too violent and doesn't suit her.

"You should pay me back," Lin Mian thought of a better solution.

Li Mingshao was taken aback for a moment, then laughed and said, "Okay, I will definitely compensate you properly."

The elevator wasn't going up, it was going down.

As they were talking, the elevator stopped.

"Ding—" The door opened, revealing a clean and quiet corridor outside.

Li Mingshao blocked the elevator door with one hand, asking Uncle Kangnuo and Lin Mian to go first.

The corridor was straight and brightly lit, with several surveillance cameras hanging from the ceiling. As Lin Mian entered the corridor, she vaguely heard a scream, which was quickly drowned out by the sound of Li Mingshao's cane.

She felt a chill down her back and thought she had misheard.

But as they went further in, the screams came again, clearer and sharper than before, and unsettling.

Lin Mian crossed one arm and hugged herself, her back tense. She pursed her lips and suddenly felt a gaze. It was Li Mingshao beside her, looking at her. When he noticed Lin Mian looking back, he grinned nonchalantly.

"Don't be afraid, Mianmian, this is all normal," he reassured her.

Lin Mian found it very difficult to consider this a normal situation.

Further in, Lin Mian faintly smelled a strange odor. After a second, she realized it was the smell of blood.

The screams rang out again.

This time, separated only by a door, the sound was so clear it seemed to be right next to Lin Mian's ear. She had never heard such a sharp, miserable, and painful cry before.

Her face turned pale with fright. Although she looked relatively calm, her curled eyelashes kept trembling.

Uncle Connor stopped in front of the door, then suddenly turned around and looked at Lin Mian.

The poor girl had never heard such a noise or smelled such a distinct stench of blood in her entire life. Her small face was white, but her eyes became even more distinctly black and white.

The shock caused her pupils to dilate, making her eyes appear even rounder, darker, and brighter.

She looked nervous and scared, but the moment she was looked at, she bristled like a wary cat.

Uncle Connor initially thought this girl was quite ordinary, at most possessing a cunning little cleverness, but now he finally saw something different about her.

"If you're scared, let Young Master Ming take you upstairs," Uncle Kang Nuo said understandingly. "The scenes inside are a bit bloody."

While he was speaking, Scarface's men had already knocked on the door.

A stronger stench of blood wafted over. Lin Mian was facing the door, and what she saw first was not a bloody scene, but a row of people standing against the wall.

They were dressed in presentable suits and looked like middle to senior managers, but everyone was pale-faced. As soon as the door opened, they all turned to look.

Li Mingshao patted Lin Mian's shoulder and laughed it off, "Since you're already here, don't be afraid. With our Third Master here, no one will dare to bully you."

He led Lin Mian into the room.

The light inside was bright, yet for some reason, it appeared pale and cold, creating a visually gloomy and oppressive atmosphere. There were trails of blood on the floor. On one side of the wall, various instruments of torture were hanging, while on the other side, there was a table also filled with tools, as well as a burning stove.

One of the dark tables was moved to the very center, facing the row of people standing against the wall.

A man covered in blood lay slumped over a table, his fingers dripping with blood, his fingernails all gone. Beside him, a woman with long, blood-soaked hair knelt, her head bowed, sobbing in a low voice.

He Duoye sat behind a desk at the far end of the room, wearing a black shirt with the top two buttons undone, revealing a section of his collarbone. One arm was propped on the desk, and he tilted his head slightly, a slight smile playing on his lips, but a fierce glint in his eyes.

He sat at the far end of the huge room, yet his presence was incredibly strong.

Lin Mian dared not look at the bloody scenes; she focused her gaze on He Duoye, the only person she recognized yet who seemed somewhat unfamiliar.

Her clear black and white eyes were wide open, staring intently at him, her pupils trembling slightly, as if seeking solace.

He Duoye curled his fingertips and said in a low, cold voice, "Come here, Mianmian."

Lin Mian walked over, and just like the previous times, before she could get very close, He Duoye reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her in front of him.

Her neck was encircled by his warm, large hand. His fingers were long, and his fingertips not only covered half of her neck, but his thumbs could also touch her earlobe.

He Duoye pinched Lin Mian's nape, making her look up, and glanced at her pale face.

"So scared?" he asked, his gaze lowered, his voice low and somewhat casual.

Lin Mian nodded honestly: "A little."

She had never seen anything like this before.

He Duoye gently stroked the back of her neck, slowly raised his eyes, and looked at the insidious instigator.

Uncle Connor then spoke up remorsefully, "It's my fault for not thinking things through. When I heard you were injured, I thought I'd have her come see you, but I didn't expect her to be scared. I should have had her wait for you upstairs, and then we could have dinner together."

He looked at Li Mingshao and said, "Mingshao, please take her out quickly, don't frighten her."

Looking at He Duoye's expression, Li Mingshao wondered what he would choose.

Uncle Connor's purpose in going to all this trouble today was simple: he wanted to see how much protectiveness He Duoye had for this innocent, untainted, so-called first love.