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

Lin Mian slept until noon again.

She unlocked her phone, and a WeChat message popped up.

From He Duoye: "I'm going out."

Lin Mian has read my message but hasn't replied. Has anyone asked?

She lingered in bed for a while, waiting for the feeling of utter exhaustion to subside before slowly getting up. The marks on her wrists were more numerous, new and old overlapping, making Lin Mian's thin wrists appear particularly pitiful.

She suddenly remembered the image of He Duoye lowering his head to kiss her wrist, it seemed... Lin Mian quickly shook her head, trying to shake off the thought.

After washing up, Lin Mian went outside and saw that the big white box from last night was still there.

Could it be that He Duoye is still up to no good...? She walked over, lifted the lid of the box, and paused.

It wasn't a rope inside; it was a dress.

It's green, with a shimmering satin finish, and it has a mermaid-like shimmer when the light shines on it.

Lin Mian picked up the skirt and unfolded it.

It's a green halter-neck fishtail dress with a heart-shaped bustier, horizontal pleats at the waist, and a layered ruffled fishtail hem that's flowing and has a strong drape.

It's simple yet beautiful, and it also perfectly matches Lin Mian's aesthetic.

She couldn't resist lifting her skirt and comparing it to her upper body in the mirror; the length and size were just right.

So, this is the dress for Lin Mian.

So, what was in the box from the beginning wasn't rope, but a skirt. Did He Duoye not actually intend to tie her up?

Then why did he make that hook and pick up the rope?

Are you trying to scare her?

Lin Mian thought to herself, and couldn't help but feel a surge of anger. This guy was too wicked.

Despite her annoyance, Lin Mian couldn't resist trying on the dress. It was her first time wearing a formal gown, and it took her some effort to put it on; the dress looked even better once it was on.

As she walked, the hem of her skirt swayed and flowed gracefully, shimmering with light, making her look incredibly ethereal.

Her waist is a bit big and not fitted tight enough, which makes her waist look a bit wide.

She pinched the loose fabric, picked up her phone, and texted He Duoye: "Why did you give me this skirt?"

This kind of dress can't just be worn at home for fun.

Could it be a prop for tonight's play? If so, she really will assassinate He Duoye.

He Duoye replied almost instantly, a rare occurrence: "I'll take you to the banquet."

"What kind of banquet?"

He Duoye: "You'll find out then."

Lin Mian hates riddle people the most, so she poked at them with an angry emoji.

He Duoye didn't come back that night; he seemed to be busy again. Lin Mian had rested for two days but couldn't stay idle.

The weather finally cleared up that day.

Lin Mian got out of bed, stood in front of the terrace, looked at the lush flowers below, and decided to follow Li Mingshao's advice and practice her marksmanship in her spare time.

She planned to go to the stilted house to practice shooting after breakfast, to pass the time, and take a walk.

After breakfast, Lin Mian didn't take a car but walked slowly to the stilted house.

Uncle Jixiang was worried she would get lost, so he arranged for a maid to guide her, but Lin Mian refused. She knew the way; it wasn't like they were in a villa with winding corridors everywhere.

Upon arriving at the stilted house and going up to the second floor, Lin Mian saw the person waiting on the terrace—it was Man Niu, who was beside He Duoye.

He had just set out the gun Lin Mian needed, then stood aside and watched Lin Mian shoot.

The bull didn't say anything, just stared at Lin Mian, which made Lin Mian feel a little uncomfortable. Moreover, Lin Mian realized that shooting was actually not very interesting.

Hitting a target can be fun, but it's only for a fleeting moment, not as fun as winning a video game.

After emptying a few magazines, Lin Mian gave up. She looked at the chairs being used as targets below and prepared to go down and take a look.

She wandered around the open space for a while and used a twig to dig a bullet out of a mud pit.

Lin Mian picked it up and examined it, finding it quite novel.

With nothing else to do, she noticed another bomb crater nearby and started digging with a branch.

In the distance, He Jingjun and He Zhengchuan's car drove along the straight asphalt road toward the manor deep inside.

This is their first time here.

Knowing that their father favored He Duoye, that crazy bastard, the two still looked rather uncomfortable when they actually saw him living in such a luxurious and spacious manor.

This place is even bigger than the manor where her father lived, not to mention the "small place" where the two of them lived.

He Jingjun kept looking out the window. In the distance, she saw a girl squatting on the open ground next to her. She was wearing a green dress, with slightly curly black hair, and her slender arms were so white they reflected the sunlight.

Somewhat familiar.

The girl was digging something in the ground.

He Jingjun stared at it for a few seconds, recognized who it was, and called the driver to stop.

"What are you doing?" He Zhengchuan asked, frowning.

He Jingjun raised her chin and pointed to the conspicuous figure in the open space: "If I'm not mistaken, that's Miss Lin, He Duoye's first love."

He Zhengchuan then turned to look at her, and asked in confusion, "What is she doing? Digging for ants?"

His young nephew, who was only a few years old, had done it before.

"I don't know," He Jingjun said with a smile. "Perfect timing, I'll go and talk to her."

He Jingjun opened the car door, then turned back and said, "You sit in the front passenger seat, leave the back seat for her."

He Zhengchuan recalled the time that woman had broken his head; the scar was still there. A fierce glint appeared in his eyes.

He Jingjun had to remind him, "Don't forget the purpose of our trip. Don't disappoint your father again."

The ruthlessness on He Zhengchuan's face turned into a violent rage: "Do I need you to remind me? You meddle in so many things all day long, but Father still doesn't like you."

He Jingjun looked at him coldly.

He Zhengchuan didn't care at all. He pushed open the car door and walked to the passenger seat. He told his men to get out, then got in himself and slammed the door shut.

He Jingjun pursed her lips, patiently turned around, and walked towards the open space.

After taking a couple of steps, she realized that the person who had been squatting on the ground was gone. Searching the area, He Jingjun spotted the girl's hurried figure near the stilted house.

As soon as Lin Mian saw He Jingjun and the others, she immediately ran away.

She hurried back to the stilted house, encountering a bull rushing towards her on the way.

Finally, the bull spoke to Lin Mian. His voice was hoarse and deep, and it really did sound like a bull.

He let Lin Mian go into the stilted house.

Lin Mian thought so too, but He Jingjun still followed, and even drove her car towards the stilted house.

The bull stood at the door, blocking He Jingjun from approaching.

He Jingjun smiled warmly and without any airs. She said, "Don't be so nervous. I just want to chat with my sister-in-law."

The bull showed absolutely no mercy: "Let's just talk like this."

He Jingjun wasn't angry. She looked at Lin Mian and said, "Zhengchuan and I are here today to apologize to you. The gifts are in the car. Would you like to see them?"

"Why don't you come back to the villa with me, and then you and Duoye open the gifts together?" she said. "Those gifts were specially made by Zhengchuan, and we guessed that you and Duoye would like them."

She was extremely patient: "Would you like to come together, sister-in-law?"

Lin Mian stared at her for a while, then stood up and walked over.

The bull frowned and stopped her.

"It's okay," Lin Mian said. "I'll just hitch a ride back with them."