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

Lin Mian didn't sleep well all night.

The next day, she was in very low spirits and wanted to take a nap, but Meizhu invited her to get her nails done.

She had booked a home visit for a manicure and pedicure for Lin Mian. Tomorrow, she was taking Lin Mian to the Mingzhu Building for a birthday banquet, which was also the day He Duoye would officially announce Lin Mian's identity to the outside world.

Lin Mian: "..."

Anyway, just notify her last.

The manor has a special room for Meizhu and the others to receive beauty treatments, and the interior is decorated almost like a beauty salon.

As they walked that way, Meizhu took out her phone and showed Lin Mian a picture of the dress: "This little dress has been altered and will be delivered tonight, so you can wear it tomorrow."

Lin Mian glanced at it; it was the green dress He Duoye had given her.

She remained silent: "..."

She was required to attend this event, but she felt completely uninvolved throughout, acting like a tool, being pushed around by He Duoye and his entourage.

It was as if she was just going along with some plan.

In this process, her participation, her feelings and reactions are not important. All she needs to do is be introduced by He Duoye as the "Third Wife".

The weather was sunny and bright today, with sunlight streaming through the corridor windows.

Lin Mian walked through the sunlight, casting a long shadow on the wall.

Looking at her shadow, she couldn't help but wonder when He Duoye meant by "soon".

Was it after she fulfilled the value of her identity as the "third wife"?

The nail technicians who came to my home have arrived. There were actually four of them: two to do manicures and two to do pedicures.

The nail technician handed over a tablet containing a dazzling array of photos.

Lin Mian has a bit of decision-making difficulties; she looked at various styles but still couldn't decide which one to choose.

Meizhu said considerately, "Let me take a look for you."

She scrolled through a few pages, pointing to several styles that matched her dress. As she scrolled down the page, a pink and white manicure caught her eye.

The pink and white background is decorated with hand-painted flowers, tiny pearls, and a few rhinestones, creating a fresh and elegant look that is anything but bland.

Lin Mian paused the page and said, "I've made this one before."

Meizhu paused slightly as she looked at the nail art, because it looked somewhat familiar, but she didn't pay it any mind, after all, she had done and seen too many nail art designs.

Lin Mian said, "This was the first manicure I ever got, and it was back then..."

He Duoye helped her choose it.

That was the first time she had a proper manicure since her college entrance exams, so she was determined to choose the prettiest one. She was torn between several designs, unsure which one to pick.

In the end, He Duoye decided on this one for her.

Lin Mian cherished her nails very much since it was her first time getting them done, so after it was finished, she pushed all the housework onto He Duoye.

As a result, the pearls and diamonds on it still fell off, and Lin Mian was very upset at the time.

He Duoye took a look at her hand without saying anything, but the next day he took her to get her nails redone.

Without really understanding what was going on, Lin Mian made an exact copy.

Therefore, she is very familiar with this diagram.

This design seems to be a classic. Even after she and He Duoye broke up, she could still sometimes see the same nail art design online.

I never expected to see this kind of nail art again in this place.

Before Lin Mian could finish speaking, Mei Zhu glanced at her but did not press further.

In the quiet, the only sound was the slight noise of the nail technician operating the equipment.

Lin Mian didn't sleep well last night and is feeling a bit sleepy right now.

While lost in thought, Meizhu suddenly remembered something.

He Duoye seems crazy, arrogant and domineering, with unstable emotions and mental state, but in reality, his emotions are frighteningly stable.

No matter how self-disciplined, self-controlled, and stable a person is usually, there will always be times when they lose control of their anger and at some point, they will reveal a moment of losing control.

Therefore, He Duoye also lost control once.

Meizhu had only seen him once, and she had even asked Li Mingshao privately, but he had never seen him before. Li Mingshao said that He Duoye was abnormally strong, which was both a compliment and a statement.

Meizhu looked at her fingernails and slowly recalled the time when He Duoye lost control of his emotions.

That day was very ordinary.

He Duoye went to a private resort hotel by the sea for business. The location was very remote and the hotel never entertained unfamiliar customers. As a result, some bloody incidents and scenes occasionally occurred in the hotel.

At that time, she and He Duoye were having dinner.

Suddenly, two girls ran out screaming in panic. They were both slender and petite, but covered in blood and their faces were mangled from torture.

The restaurant was in chaos, and the few customers who were there were all trying to avoid the situation.

Only He Duoye remained seated, coldly sipping his juice.

Perhaps because of this, one of them lunged at He Duoye, causing her to stumble and fall. Her face was covered in blood-stained hair, leaving only her arms, which were barely white.

She clung tightly to He Duoye's pants, screaming for help in a hoarse, broken voice.

She spoke Mandarin and was not a local; she must have been unfortunately trafficked here.

The girl was in terrible shape, covered in bruises.

She was quickly grabbed and dragged out, but her fingernails clung tightly to He Duoye's legs. Because her fingers had been tortured, her fingernails had come off and stuck to He Duoye's pants.

The mangled fingernails and large patches of blood on the trouser legs were glaring and gruesome.

He Duoye then lost his temper, a rare occurrence for him.

He flew into a rage, kicking over the two men in black who were dragging him, grabbing their heads, and slamming the table over, causing the beautiful, expensive tableware to shatter on the floor.

The two men in black were beaten until their heads were bleeding, and they were spitting out blood with their mouths open.

But He Duoye did not stop. He grabbed the other two men in black, pinned them to the ground, and beat them mercilessly. Blood even splattered onto his face.

Meizhu stood up in shock, staring in astonishment.

She had seen He Duoye be violent before; he was always ruthless. But Meizhu had never seen him hit someone with such intense emotions.

Later, the hotel owner rushed over with his entourage, repeatedly apologizing and saying he would compensate them.

At that time, everyone thought that the woman who ran away had dirtied He Duoye's pants and scratched his thigh, so he got angry and beat her up to vent his anger.

Meizhu has always thought so too.

She was standing by the table, with two bloody fingernails at her feet. Only then did she notice that they were manicured nails, the pink and white color and design fresh, but now stained with blood and bits of flesh.

Meizhu felt a pang of pain in her fingers when she saw it, which is why she remembered it so vividly.

The girl, exhausted, had probably reached her limit and stopped breathing sometime later. She lay not far away, one hand desperately outstretched, her fingers bloodied, and the glittering rhinestones from her manicure still visible.

This was just a minor incident; it'll be forgotten soon.

Now, as Meizhu looks back, she suddenly realizes that she has glimpsed something different in those bloody and chaotic memories.

He Duoye could have easily kicked the girl away, but he didn't move, letting the girl hold onto him.

The girl's Chinese accent, her slender figure, the terrible wounds all over her body, and the way she tightly gripped He Duoye's hand as she fled for her life.

And those bloody fingernails that had fallen off He Duoye's body.

It turns out that He Duoye got angry not because he got his clothes dirty, but because the assembled fragments reminded him of something.

Was he truly angry at that moment, or was he using anger to mask his fear?

Meizhu turned her head and looked at Lin Mian, who was resting her chin on her hand and nodding her head slowly.

She guessed the answer.