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

Lin Mian fell asleep while lying down, and was awakened by a knock on the door in her half-awake state.

It was completely dark outside, and the room was also dark as the lights were off. She took out her phone and glanced at it; it was already past eight o'clock in the evening. She turned over, turned on the light, and let the person who had knocked on the door come in.

It was Uncle Jixiang who came to call Lin Mian downstairs to greet He Duoye.

Lin Mian had just woken up and was feeling lazy and didn't want to move. She dawdled for a while before finally getting up from the sofa.

Uncle Jixiang waited patiently by his side. Ever since he noticed Lin Mian's suspicious attitude towards him, he had stopped chatting with her. He knew that no amount of talking would be of any use.

So he simply observed carefully from the sidelines, like a surveillance camera.

Seeing Lin Mian unconsciously becoming more and more relaxed and at ease, he became certain that some things cannot be hidden. They will always sprout from some subtle corners.

Lin Mian felt a little uncomfortable because Uncle Jixiang, who was standing next to her, was laughing.

She quickened her pace and headed downstairs.

He Duoye had already gotten out of the car. He didn't go inside; he stood by the trunk, his tall and imposing figure making him extremely conspicuous. Meizhu and Meili were both there; Meizhu was talking to him.

He listened casually, his eyes listless. When he saw Lin Mian come out, he raised his eyes, and his expression suddenly changed subtly.

He waved his hand, and this time at least he didn't throw out two words.

Lin Mian walked over and saw He Duoye reach out to open the trunk. She suddenly felt a little nervous. Was he going to give her something again?

Lin Mian felt something was off about He Duoye's behavior.

Lin Mian glanced into the trunk. Sure enough, there was a box in the clean and tidy space. It was a very ordinary black box, not a gift box, but probably the box for the item itself.

He Duoye casually lifted the lid, revealing what was inside: a black pistol and several boxes of ammunition.

"You know how to use it, right?" He Duoye said.

Lin Mian nodded, somewhat puzzled, "What are you going to do?"

"Take it out and load the bullet."

Lin Mian picked up the gun; it was much lighter than the ones she had used before. She removed the magazine and saw that it was empty, which explained why it was so light.

She glanced at He Duoye, who looked like a homeroom teacher beside her, picked up a box of bullets, opened it, and filled the magazine. Midway through, she couldn't help but ask, "Are you taking a test?"

He Duoye seemed to have been enlightened, his eyebrows twitching slightly, a mischievous expression on his face: "Hmm, you'll be punished if you fail."

Lin Mian: "..."

I hate myself for talking too much.

She angrily loaded the magazine, then glared at He Duoye, the streetlight shining into her eyes, making them appear very bright.

"Fire one shot," He Duoye said.

Lin Mian was somewhat bewildered. In her mind, guns were extremely dangerous contraband, representing violence and taboo. The fact that she was suddenly asked to fire a gun in such a public place left her feeling uneasy and at a loss.

There were quite a few people in the open space by the entrance: the twin sisters, He Duoye's younger brother, several servants, and Uncle Jixiang standing to the side.

She gripped the gun and asked, "Which way do you want to fire?"

He Duoye said, "You can fire wherever you want."

"Don't we need to aim at anything?" Lin Mian asked in confusion. What kind of exam is this?

If it's just about firing a gun, anyone with hands can do it.

But that's exactly what He Duoye meant: just fire the gun.

Lin Mian hesitated for a few seconds before finally pointing at a statue on the lawn in front of her. She raised the gun with both hands, her heart beating slightly faster, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang."

Perhaps it was the darkness that made visibility poor, or perhaps it was the unfamiliar pistol that made it difficult to handle; the bullet disappeared into the darkness, hitting nothing.

Lin Mian couldn't help but glance at Teacher He's reaction, then fired another shot. This time it still missed, but Lin Mian felt that the bullet grazed the statue.

She wanted to fire another shot, but He Duoye said, "The statue is too far away for you. Why don't you choose a closer target?"

He grabbed Lin Mian's wrist, pulled her in front of him, and slowly moved her while holding her hand.

The gun muzzle slid over the standing servant and finally settled on Uncle Jixiang.

He Duoye lowered his head slightly, his cheek close to Lin Mian's ear, his gaze passing over the crosshairs to make sure he was aiming at Uncle Jixiang's face, which had changed color.

He said in a low voice, "This target is just right."

Lin Mian resisted by pressing her wrist down. She did not like Uncle Jixiang; all that remained was wariness and suspicion. But she couldn't just let him shoot at her like that.

"No, He Duoye..."

She didn't want to shoot anyone.

He Duoye held Lin Mian's hand tightly, preventing her from breaking free, and pressed his index finger against Lin Mian's finger.

"Don't move, Mianmian, or the bullets might accidentally hit someone else."

The next second after he finished speaking, he pulled the trigger.

Unlike last time when she could only glance at Zhang Zhiwen from a distance, this time Uncle Jixiang was only about ten meters away from Lin Mian, and she could see his every expression very clearly.

At that distance, she could very well hit someone and clearly see the blood blooming on their body.

The moment the gunshot rang out, Lin Mian's heart nearly leaped out of his chest.

Uncle Jixiang did not fall. The bullet grazed his ear with great precision, and the high-speed spinning bullet burned a little skin, leaving a burning sting.

Lin Mian's hands were trembling.

He Duoye said in a relaxed tone, with a hint of a smile, "It's very simple, isn't it?"

Lin Mian: "..."

He Duoye pulled her wrist down slightly: "When you fire, the muzzle is too high, so the bullets always miss... Do you see the target in the crosshair? This is the correct aiming position."

Lin Mian followed He Duoye's words and looked at the crosshair, then saw Uncle Jixiang's gloomy eyes.

Gone was his usual amiable and hypocritical demeanor; only a sinister and cold malice, like that of a demon.

Lin Mian's hands trembled again, this time because he was frightened by Uncle Jixiang.

"Don't shake, Mianmian." He Duoye readjusted Lin Mian's position, letting go of Uncle Jixiang's head, and instead aimed at the green plant just an inch away from his arm.

"Remember this feeling, so that the next time you shoot someone, the bullet won't go astray."

Lin Mian protested, "Why would I shoot someone?"

He Duoye pressed his chin against Lin Mian's ear and said in a low voice, "In this place, there aren't so many whys... Shoot, Mianmian."

Lin Mian didn't move. She didn't dare to pull the trigger, afraid that she would hit someone and hurt them.

He Duoye seemed to sigh, then took Lin Mian's hand and led her to pull the trigger.

The bullet did indeed hit the plant.

"See, as long as your hand doesn't shake, you won't accidentally hurt anyone." He re-aimed at the spot next to Uncle Jixiang for Lin Mian. "Let's try again."

He Duoye's tone was light yet heavy, yet it sounded just like a seductive and evil devil.

"Fire, Mianmian."