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

Li Mingshao didn't take Lin Mian directly into the casino. There were too many people and it was too chaotic inside. He was limping and it wasn't convenient for him to take Lin Mian around.

So he took Lin Mian to a mysterious private room upstairs. Through the one-way mirror inside, one could look down at one of the gambling halls of the Pearl Casino.

The gambling table was packed with people, and the beautiful and sexy dealers were there, but the gamblers' eyes were firmly fixed on the table. Though no sound could be heard, the atmosphere was one of intense excitement and frenzy.

Lin Mian's gaze slowly shifted, looking through the glass as if she were watching a TV series, lacking any sense of immersion.

"Although he manages most of the gambling halls, the Third Young Master rarely gambles." Li Mingshao, leaning on his cane, stood beside Lin Mian with unwavering determination despite his disability. "He's incredibly lucky at gambling; he wins every single time and never loses, so he finds gambling pointless."

After saying that, he clicked his tongue in disdain.

"The arrogance of genius."

Lin Mian could imagine the smug expression on He Duoye's face when he said those words.

That guy really has great luck at gambling, and he's quick-witted. Lin Mian used to take him to play mahjong with his college friends, and they almost lost all their shoe insoles in the process.

Lin Mian, however, was awkwardly the biggest winner because he kept feeding her cards.

That wasn't all; he even calculated Lin Mian's friend's cards perfectly, and then, incredibly infuriatingly, told Lin Mian exactly what hand the other player had won. It was as if he had supernatural powers and was forcibly helping Lin Mian cheat.

After that, Lin Mian was added to the list of people who declined her card games, even though she returned all the money she had won afterwards.

Later, she got a job.

Sometimes when she met up with colleagues and classmates to play mahjong, she seemed to run out of luck and always lost. Gradually, she felt that mahjong was no longer interesting and didn't want to play anymore.

"Have you ever gambled with Third Young Master?" Li Mingshao's voice interrupted Lin Mian, his face full of curiosity. "Do you know why he never plays mahjong?"

Lin Mian paused for a moment, then replied, "Maybe he lost his underwear playing mahjong before."

Li Mingshao was amused by this answer, but said aloud, "So, he used to play mahjong."

Lin Mian: "..."

Failed.

Li Mingshao rested his fingers on his chin, making a reasonable guess like a detective: "It must be because he used to play mahjong with you and made you lose everything."

Lin Mian: "...If you think so, then so be it."

She was determined not to let herself get another word out of him.

*

in the room.

Beneath the wall, adorned with various instruments of torture, stood a traditional Chinese tea table, crafted from expensive, slightly concave rosewood, its surface hard and smooth. It was stained only with a drop of blood.

He Duoye ignored the blood and picked up the boiled water, casually pouring it into the cup containing Zhengshan Xiaozhong tea.

Uncle Connor frowned at the casual and unrestrained action. He took the teapot with concern and said, "Let me do it. The black tea you brew like this will be too strong and bitter."

He Duoye let go, allowing Uncle Kang Nuo to leisurely and elegantly brew tea.

Nearby, screams continued, and the smell of blood permeated the air, mixed with a faint aroma of pine smoke and tea.

Uncle Connor calmly brewed tea.

He Duoye unlocked his phone, looked down at the screen, and didn't even bother to pay attention to the teacup that Uncle Kangnuo pushed towards him, focusing intently on his phone.

Uncle Connor asked casually, in a calm tone, "Has something happened? You've been staring at your phone the whole time."

He Duoye didn't even look up: "No."

Uncle Connor took a sip of the tea. He didn't know if the tea leaves were damp and moldy or if the quality was too poor. It was only bitter and astringent, without the sweetness and mellowness of dried longan.

Upon reflection, what I tasted was a faint, metallic flavor of blood.

Uncle Connor frowned and said, "Your tea is spoiled."

He Duoye remained as nonchalant and indifferent as ever: "Then let's just throw it away."

"It would be a waste to throw it away," Uncle Connor said. "It would be a complete loss of money."

His words were loaded with meaning, but He Duoye ignored them completely, focusing only on his phone.

Uncle Connor had no choice but to continue the charade alone: ​​"I heard your goods were stolen. Do you need your father's help?"

He Duoye seemed to finally show some interest. He lifted his eyelids and smiled, "How can we help? Those gems and jades can't be gathered in a short time."

These things are not like gold, which has fixed standards.

Every gemstone and every piece of jade is a unique and hard-to-find gem, not to mention that rare piece of full-green imperial jade.

Uncle Connor smiled gently and tolerantly, "As long as you ask, your father will personally take care of it for you. I know you resent your father for being heartless and not letting you see your mother one last time."

He Duoye raised his eyes, and the cold light shone into his cold brown eyes, making his brows and eyes appear even colder and sharper.

This is finally the truth: they've admitted that He Duoye's mother had already died of illness.

"But your father just values ​​you too much. He wants you to take over the family business, and only you have the ability to do so," Uncle Connor advised kindly. "He now regrets being too harsh in the past, forcing you to come back, and using your mother as a blackmailer, which broke your heart."

"He has always wanted to make peace with you, but you always refuse to see him. But you are family after all, bound by blood. He just wants you to be well, and he wants the He family to be better off."

Uncle Kang Nuo looked at He Duoye's sneer and changed his tone slightly: "As long as you are willing to go back to see him, have a good talk with him, and clear up all the past grievances, I believe he will definitely not control you like before."

He Duoye stared at Uncle Kang Nuo, the sneer on his face slowly turning into an expressionless coldness.

The last sentence meant that his father would never again use anyone to threaten He Duoye. As long as he agreed to reconcile, they would no longer target anyone important to He Duoye.

For example, his first love who suddenly appeared.

After a moment of silent confrontation, He Duoye suddenly raised a finger and overturned the cup of tea in front of him.

"Click".

The slightly golden tea flowed down the smooth tabletop, eventually enveloping Uncle Connor's teacup.

"I have a famille rose vase with intertwined floral patterns... I think that's what it's called, but it's too long, I'm too lazy to remember it properly." He Duoye righted the overturned teacup and then flipped it over with one finger.

"I wanted to broaden your horizons."

Uncle Connor's expression changed instantly.

Some time ago, he spent an extremely high price, traveled to several countries, and spent half a year to acquire an antique vase, a famille rose vase with intertwined floral patterns.

After he received it, he put it in his antique shop, and whenever he had free time, he would go back to admire and play with it, and he loved it very much.

Uncle Connor had a bad feeling.

The next moment, the bull pushed open the door and entered, carrying a wooden box in his hand.

He Duoye flicked his finger, sending the overturned teacup rolling away and making room. Man Niu put down the box that Uncle Kang Nuo recognized, opened it, and inside was indeed his recent favorite.

It's obvious without even thinking about it that He Duoye must have sent people to steal his shop.

He's a man who's always acted recklessly, truly fearless, seemingly without any weaknesses or fears, without any worries, and completely unconcerned about the consequences or costs.

Uncle Connor's face darkened: "Duo Ye, you've gone too far."

He Duoye laughed and said, "This is not excessive at all."

He grabbed the exquisite vase and casually threw it to the ground. With a crash, the vase, worth nearly a hundred million, shattered into pieces, leaving a pile of trash on the ground.

Uncle Connor stood up uncontrollably: "No!"

He Duoye leaned back, looked at Uncle Kang Nuo with a smile, and said slowly and deliberately, "That's going too far."

Uncle Kang Nuo could no longer maintain his gentle and refined demeanor, and looked at He Duoye with a gloomy expression.

He knew that this was He Duoye retaliating for him bringing people to his manor without permission. He had been mentally prepared, but he hadn't expected He Duoye to go so far as to completely break off relations with him.

Uncle Connor was breathing heavily. After a while, he finally suppressed the anger and resentment in his chest and left.

"Why are you in such a hurry to leave?" He Duoye called out to him, tilting his head slightly, his nonchalant and arrogant demeanor evident. "I still have two pieces of good news to tell you."

Uncle Connor's breathing became heavier and more rapid, a dull ache in his chest. He gritted his teeth, trying to maintain a calm voice: "What else do you want to do?"

He Duoye said, "The first piece of good news is that I've found the stolen goods."

Uncle Connor was taken aback.

He Duoye looked at him and suddenly smiled: "The second piece of good news is that your antique shop caught fire, but my men happened to be passing by and kindly helped you put it out."

Uncle Connor took a deep breath and almost fainted for a moment.

Scarface's men immediately helped him up.

He Duoye smiled and said, "I've finished speaking. Take care, and don't bother seeing me off."