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

After visiting the casino, Li Mingshao was about to take Lin Mian to a beauty salon for a facial when a manager suddenly appeared, saying that there was a fight breaking out at the club and that Li Mingshao needed to handle it.

Since Lin Mian had nothing else to do, she went along to watch the excitement and visit the club.

It was nine o'clock at night, the time when the club was bustling with activity. Even through the heavy soundproof door, you could hear the music and laughter coming from the private rooms.

You'll see customers with their arms around pretty hostesses every now and then on the street.

Lin Mian had only been to KTV before, and the atmosphere here was completely different from that of KTV. She was both curious and instinctively a little nervous.

Seeing a passing liquor cart, she took a bottle of red wine from it and held it in her hand, instantly feeling a sense of security.

Seeing Li Mingshao's nervous yet curious expression, he smiled and whispered, "Don't worry, on my turf, no one dares to mess with you."

Lin Mian asked, "And what about those extraordinary people?"

Li Mingshao laughed and said, "Then just give me the name of He Sanshao. Even outside, this name will be as useful as a talisman."

He turned to look at Lin Mian, his smile unchanged: "Of course, that's on the premise that you'll always be one of the Third Young Master's people."

As they were talking, they arrived at the private room where the disturbance had occurred. Li Mingshao walked in, leaning on his cane.

He was the young master of a local wealthy family, and he had a conflict with the head of a certain organization. Since both of them were people the club manager couldn't afford to offend, he could only ask Li Mingshao to mediate.

Lin Mian stood outside the private room watching.

The two people inside were still arguing fiercely, with one of them even waving his fist and trying to pounce on the other. Li Mingshao, leaning on his crutch, struggled to stand between them.

Occasionally, passing customers will stop and watch.

Upon seeing this, the manager, who had been accidentally injured and covered in bumps, quickly came over to drive them away.

The manager didn't recognize Lin Mian and chased her back a few steps.

Lin Mian stepped back and accidentally bumped into someone. Just as she was about to apologize, a pair of hands suddenly reached out from behind, covered Lin Mian's mouth, and dragged her backward.

The man was very strong and his movements were very skilled. Lin Mian's heels dragged on the carpet, and his arms were pressed down by him so hard that he couldn't make a sound.

After turning a corner, he dragged Lin Mian toward the bathroom.

Just then, the door to a nearby private room opened, and a tall, handsome young man walked out. Seeing the scene, he immediately shouted, "What are you doing?"

The man, probably afraid of making a scene, pushed Lin Mian aside and ran away.

Lin Mian fell to the ground, only managing to glimpse a figure dressed in dark clothes before disappearing into the stairwell.

"Are you alright?" The young man from before came over and tried to help Lin Mian up.

Lin Mian stepped back slightly.

"I'm not a bad person." The man laughed. He was quite handsome, and his smile was very charming. "Otherwise, why would I have saved you just now?"

Lin Mian stared at his face, momentarily stunned, feeling a strange sense of familiarity.

The man grabbed Lin Mian's arm and pulled her up, saying, "Are you hurt? Come sit in my private room for a while, I'll contact the club manager to come and handle it for you."

He spoke politely and courteously, but his fingers gripped Lin Mian tightly, not allowing her to refuse, and he forcefully led her into the private room.

There was no one inside; a fresh fruit platter sat on the coffee table.

The man closed the door to the private room and said with a smile, "Would you like something to eat? The fruit platter was just ordered, it's very fresh."

Lin Mian looked at him without saying anything.

The man remained composed and gentlemanly, standing in front of the private room with a dejected expression: "I just saved you, and your wariness towards me makes me feel a little uncomfortable."

Lin Mian said, "Thank you for saving me just now. Weren't you going to help me contact the manager? Thank you for your help."

She was very polite, maintaining a calm atmosphere, and added, "I would appreciate it."

The man stared at Lin Mian. The girl in front of him looked obedient, spoke in an obedient tone, and seemed naive, easily fooled, and very cooperative. But her tense body clearly said: I don't trust you.

He suddenly found this woman very interesting; no wonder that bastard would like her.

"Okay." He took out his phone, and the moment the screen lit up, he caught a glimpse of the woman suddenly leaning closer.

Just as he was about to look up, a loud thud struck his head, and a wave of excruciating pain and a deluge of red wine washed over him. He rolled his eyes upward and saw only the slender back of the woman rushing out the door.

The woman actually took advantage of the moment he lowered his head and smashed a glass of red wine over his head!

He Zhengchuan clutched his throbbing head, his palms wet with red wine and blood. He furiously got up to chase after her, but the headache made his vision blur. By the time he recovered, the woman was long gone.

"Damn it!" He Zhengchuan cursed, "You bitch!"

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Lin Mian ran out of the private room. There were almost identical corridors on both sides. She couldn't find the direction she came from, so she just picked a random direction and ran as fast as she could.

She didn't know who the man in the private room who looked a bit like He Duoye was, but she had a gut feeling that he was up to no good.

So I'll run first.

She ran down a corridor and turned into another corridor next to the atrium, below which was the clubhouse lobby.

There were many people around, and Lin Mian was running fast. She accidentally bumped into a couple. The woman was hit head-on, and both of them took two steps back.

Lin Mian quickly said, "I'm sorry, I..."

Before she could finish speaking, the middle-aged man next to the woman suddenly raised his hand and slapped Lin Mian across the face.

"Are you blind?" the middle-aged man roared. "You almost knocked me over too!"

Lin Mian took a solid slap, her cheek burning with pain. She touched her face, the guilt she felt for hitting the person being hit being washed away by the anger she felt from being slapped.

Her first reaction was to lie down on the ground and call the police, but the next second, she remembered that she was no longer in China.

Calling the police is probably useless.

"You dare glare at me?" The middle-aged man was arrogant. He took a step forward, wanting to show off his masculine prowess in front of his woman.

At that moment, the woman suddenly grabbed him, her expression turning tense and terrified as she stared intently at Lin Mian's back.

The once noisy corridor suddenly fell silent, and everyone nearby turned to look behind Lin Mian.

The arrogant middle-aged man instantly went limp and tremblingly called out, "Third Master."

Lin Mian sensed something, turned around, and saw He Duoye walking towards her step by step.

Dressed in all black, he appeared even taller and more imposing. His face was expressionless, and his lowered eyelids gave him an icy demeanor.

He Duoye pinched Lin Mian's chin and glanced at her flushed face.

Lin Mian's eyelashes fluttered, and just as she was about to speak, He Duoye released her chin. He grabbed the middle-aged man's head with one hand and suddenly exerted force with his arm, resulting in a muffled thud.

The man's head was slammed heavily against the wall.

Then came blow after blow, until a splash of blood appeared on the wall.