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

Lin Mian had no choice but to call out to him, "He Duoye, let me go before you leave."

He Duoye said affectedly, "I almost forgot."

He knelt on one knee on the bed, leaning closer. His broad, muscular back and shoulders blocked Lin Mian's view as she lay on her side.

A cool sensation in my palm.

He Duoye slipped something into her hand. It was very small, and Lin Mian closed her fingers and touched it several times before she recognized it as a key.

"Here's the key to unlock the handcuffs." He Duoye propped himself up on the bed sheet, looking down at Lin Mian. "Unlock them yourself."

Lin Mian stared wide-eyed in disbelief: "Are you speaking human language?"

He Duoye pulled Lin Mian's phone out from under the pillow, turned it on, and unlocked it with a simple swipe.

"Why isn't there a password?" He Duoye disagreed, and then opened Lin Mian's WeChat, quickly scanning it up and down.

Lin Mian: "..."

That's because there's nothing important on the phone, so why set a password?

Besides, is that the main point right now?

"He Duoye, untie me first."

He Duoye tapped the screen twice with his fingers, then put the phone down. The screen showed the dial pad, with no contact information, just a string of numbers.

"This is my phone number," He Duoye said, taking out his phone and answering the call.

Lin Mian's anger turned to confusion: "What exactly do you want?"

He Duoye glanced at her, then looked away and straightened up: "You have to unlock your own handcuffs."

Lin Mian: "..."

What you're doing is really infuriating.

He Duoye didn't explain further. He looked down at the message on his phone and said, "I have to go. If you're bored, just memorize my phone number."

Lin Mian: "..."

I'd rather strangle you for fun.

He Duoye actually left just like that.

Lin Mian was stunned, his eyes wide as he watched He Duoye walk to the entrance. He seemed to pause for a second, but the next moment, he walked out of the room without looking back.

Ugh, that jerk!

Lin Mian kicked the blanket angrily. Anger, grievance, and shock surged up in an instant. Her eyes burned and tears welled up, but Lin Mian gritted her teeth and swallowed them back.

She closed her eyes and took deep breaths.

But the more I thought about it, the angrier I got.

I'm absolutely furious.

Lin Mian's phone was nearby, still on a call, and the countdown showed that three minutes had passed.

Faintly, Lin Mian heard the sound of a door closing on the other end of the phone, followed by a slight scraping sound.

He Duoye was listening in on the other end of the phone.

The moment he realized this, He Duoye's voice came through: "Is it untied?"

Lin Mian didn't want to talk to him, and didn't even want to waste her energy cursing him.

She silently began to move the keys in her hand.

It was so small that she kept fidgeting with her fingers, trying to grasp the key, but the tiny piece still slipped from her grasp. She had to grope around on the sheets until she finally found the key.

Lin Mian had calmed down completely.

She gripped the key, trying to find the lock, and it took her quite a while.

Sweat began to bead on my forehead, and the time on my phone screen changed from three minutes to six minutes.

He Duoye's voice rang out again: "Why aren't you speaking? Haven't you untied it yet?"

Lin Mian thought to herself: Once I unravel this mystery, it will be your death day.

From now on, when you sleep in my bed, you'd better keep one eye open and one eye closed, otherwise, when you wake up you'll find that something is missing.

My palms were sweaty, and then I dropped my keys.

Lin Mian closed her eyes, rested for a moment, and then continued.

Her hand was much steadyer now.

Five minutes later, Lin Mian finally managed to insert the key into the lock, and with a click, one of the handcuffs was unlocked.

As his hands were freed, He Duoye's voice rang out again: "Release..."

Lin Mian hung up the phone and then blocked He Duoye's number.

She unfastened her other hand, grabbed the handcuffs, and before throwing them away, Lin Mian changed her mind. She hid the handcuffs, intending to use them as a hidden weapon to kill He Duoye.

My phone vibrated; He Duoye had sent me a WeChat message: "?"

"Is it untied?"

Lin Mian considered blocking him on WeChat, but at the last moment she regained her composure. She didn't block him, but she set it to "Do Not Disturb."

Lin Mian has read He Duoye's message but has not replied.

After lying in bed for a while, Lin Mian picked up her phone and sent a message to Li Mingshao: "Where's the knife you prepared for me?"

After a while, Li Mingshao replied: "Oh dear, I've been so busy lately that I forgot. I'm so sorry [hands clasped together]."

"Aren't you coming to the Pearl Building in a couple of days? I'll give it to you then."

Lin Mian only then learned that she was going out in a couple of days, which was probably when He Duoye was going to publicly announce her as the third wife.

I didn't ask for her opinion, or even inform her.

Furthermore, why should she stay and become the third wife?

Growing angrier by the thought, Lin Mian unlocked her phone, found He Duoye's WeChat, and typed: "When are you planning to take me home?"

She stared at her phone screen, expecting He Duoye to give her a perfunctory reply, but to her surprise, he responded quickly.

Two words: "Soon."

Lin Mian suddenly paused, her fingers trailing off as she typed again: "When is 'soon'?"

He Duoye: "The more obedient you are, the faster you'll get."

"..."

She typed out an angry "Go to hell" emoji, but looking at the words "be obedient" and "go home," she pinched her fingers and deleted the emoji.

He Duoye: "For those whose phones don't have passwords, remember to delete your chat history."

"Otherwise, you might not be able to get home."

What? Why can't I go home without deleting the chat history?

Lin Mian stared at the sentence for a moment, then looked up at the black box on the coffee table. Both pistols were inside; Lin Mian hadn't yet decided where to hide the smaller one.

She felt that it might be discovered anywhere in the bedroom.

The maids come to clean carefully every day, but Lin Mian doesn't know which maid she can trust.

He Duoye told her to carry it with her every day, but Lin Mian was worried that it might accidentally fall off or that someone might notice something amiss.

In short, nowhere is safe.

Whether it's this manor or outside.

Lin Mian got out of bed, opened the box and its hidden compartment, and took out the small pistol. It was slightly heavy and had a cool touch.

She had always thought that He Duoye taking her home was just a matter of saying a few words and spending some money; at most, she might owe him a favor.

Anyway, this shouldn't be a particularly difficult thing.

But what if this is very risky?

Lin Mian looked at the gun in her hand and the hidden weapon ring on the bedside table. After initial doubt, she became confused: why would there be a risk?

She's not some important president; the world wouldn't turn without her.

Let's not overthink it.