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

Lin Mian was stunned. A second later, she instinctively stepped forward, wanting to hug He Duoye and stop him.

He Duoye released his grip first, and when he turned to look at Lin Mian, his expression was not as out of control as it had been a few years ago.

On the contrary, he appeared frighteningly calm and indifferent.

It was as if he hadn't been beating someone like a madman, but had just casually stomped on an annoying bug.

Lin Mian stopped in her tracks.

He Duoye walked closer to her, pinched her chin again, and frowned when he saw her swollen face. He was extremely displeased.

"You've beaten them all to a pulp," He Duoye said, turning to look at the middle-aged man sprawled on the ground.

His head was smashed badly, and blood flowed out along the floor. The scene was so horrific that Lin Mian didn't even dare to look at it for long.

"Drag him out, chop off the hand that hit him, and shove it into his mouth." After He Duoye finished speaking, the woman next to him collapsed to the ground, her face pale, and she trembled uncontrollably.

She repeatedly said, "She bumped into me first... I didn't do anything."

He Duoye glanced at her impatiently, clicked his tongue, and said, "My woman's face is swollen, how come you're perfectly fine?"

He told his men, "Slash her to pieces."

The club's bodyguards immediately arrived and dragged the man and woman out. The woman cried and screamed in fear, but was quickly silenced by a slap.

The onlookers quickly dispersed, afraid they might get bitten by that mad dog from the He family.

Everyone who frequents this club knows about Master He's crazy and unscrupulous behavior. If he's in a bad mood and goes berserk, even a passing dog would be half-dead.

Lately, he's been getting increasingly annoyed, as if he's really gone mad. Anyone he dislikes or who offends him either makes him run away in the middle of the night or waits for him to kill them at dawn.

So, there were even rumors some time ago that Third Master He had killed too many people, damaged his brain, and gone completely insane.

The corridor quickly fell silent.

He Duoye took a handkerchief from his subordinate and wiped the bloodstains from his fingers.

"Why are you wandering around outside all by yourself?" His expression softened, and his tone lost its coldness.

Lin Mian glanced at him, then looked towards the corridor behind her.

He Duoye didn't appear alone; there was also a short-haired woman, very tall, with a sharp and decisive aura, and a bodyguard behind her.

The woman stood at a distance that was neither too close nor too far, watching Lin Mian and He Duoye with a half-smile.

Lin Mian glanced at her a couple more times because she looked vaguely familiar.

Lin Mian walked up to He Duoye, lowered her voice, and whispered, "I think I saw your relative, maybe your brother."

He Duoye stopped wiping his hands, lowered his eyelids, and suddenly laughed, a very low and cold laugh.

Lin Mian didn't notice the chill in that laughter. Glancing at the short-haired woman out of the corner of her eye, she continued, "I hit that guy on the head with red wine. I wonder how he is now… Did I get into trouble?"

It seems that the short-haired woman is probably one of He Duoye's siblings or something.

What if they get along well and try to settle scores with Lin Mian?

Lin Mian unconsciously grabbed He Duoye's clothes, looking uneasy, and couldn't help but complain, "He cornered me in the private room first."

He Duoye grasped Lin Mian's hand and stuffed the dirty handkerchief into her palm, the whole process being somewhat forceful.

"Don't worry, you can kill him and nothing will happen to you."

Li Mingshao finally arrived late, realizing he had caused trouble again. He was so anxious that he almost swung his cane away and rushed over.

"Mianmian, are you alright...?" Upon seeing Lin Mian's swollen face, he almost bit his tongue as he spoke, and immediately said, "I'll take you to get your wound treated now."

Lin Mian looked at He Duoye.

He reached out and put his arm around Lin Mian's back, patting her affectionately, his tone becoming very gentle: "Go ahead."

After everyone had walked away, He Jingjun slowly walked over and said with a smile, "I heard you picked up your first love. I didn't believe it at first, but it turns out it's true."

He Duoye lit a cigarette, his face expressionless, and said casually, "Yeah, so you and He Zhengchuan had better behave yourselves and not bully her, or I won't give anyone face."

He Jingjun smiled, her patience and friendliness like that of a true older sister: "Since she's your sister-in-law, when will we have a proper meal together? I think she's very well-behaved; Father will definitely like her."

He Duoye slowly turned his head to look at her, a thin cigarette dangling from his mouth. He smiled, a wild, reckless energy about him.

"I'll take my mom back home when I see her again."

He Jingjun was unaware that Uncle Kang Nuo had already laid his cards on the table. She maintained her smile and said, "Then I'll put in a good word for you when I get back."

He Duoye chuckled and took a step forward. His tall figure was extremely imposing, and his shadow pressed down on her. He Jingjun's smile froze.

"Alright, how about I personally see you off?"

The smile on He Jingjun's face froze completely.

He Duoye's mother had died in her hospital bed six months ago, but this had been kept from him. However, He Duoye was clever, cunning, and treacherous, and he had already guessed it.

Since the He family wouldn't admit it, he remained silent and played along with their act, making them uneasy.

Everyone knows He Duoye is crazy, but no one knows when or how he will go crazy.

Therefore, the father is now eager to find something or someone that can restrain He Duoye.

"Where's He Zhengchuan?" He Duoye took the cigarette from his lips, stubbed it out with his fingertip, and said with a smile, "I need to settle some scores with him."

He Jingjun distanced herself completely: "I don't know, we parted ways after I got off the bus."

He Duoye crushed the cigarette butt, his tone casual and cold: "Oh, really?"

When they found He Zhengchuan, he was in a private room, having a beautiful female manager bandage his injured head.

His trusted confidant, Juexin, immediately explained the whole story.

He Zhengchuan only stepped in to help when he saw Lin Mian being bullied with her mouth covered, wanting to let her rest in the private room, but ended up getting beaten up instead.

"If you don't believe me, you can check the surveillance footage." He Zhengchuan couldn't hide the anger and resentment on his face.

He hadn't been injured in a long time, yet someone still smashed a wine bottle over his head and spilled red wine all over him.

He vowed to get revenge on this grudge sooner or later, with interest.

"I meant well, but she hit me with a bottle instead." He Zhengchuan raised his head, pointing to the blood on his face. "I'm really wronged. You should make her apologize to me."

He Duoye lit his second cigarette, stepped over the wine stains on the floor, and walked to the coffee table.

He picked up a heavy, sturdy crystal ashtray, slowly walked towards He Zhengchuan, his eyelids drooping, and a lazy, sneer curling at the corner of his lips.

"Yes, we really need to apologize."