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

The second time Lin Mian went out to the Pearl Building, she kept looking out the window the whole way.

This time, Meili accompanied her again.

They were now somewhat familiar with each other, and Mei Li wasn't as aggressive as before. On the way, she even told Lin Mian about the host of the birthday banquet they were going to attend the day after tomorrow, nicknamed Uncle Mei.

When he was young, he was a teacher in China. Once, while leading his students in a chemistry experiment, an accident occurred, and two students were burned to death. So he fled before being sentenced.

He came here to manufacture drugs, made his fortune, and married a local woman. At that time, the anti-drug campaign was fierce, and the risks were high; he could easily die. He took the opportunity to quit, and then used his wife's connections to open a factory, resell raw materials, and smuggle drugs. As a result, he became incredibly successful.

Unfortunately, his glory didn't last long before he was plotted against and suppressed by He Duoye's father. The two sides fought back and forth several times, resulting in the deaths of many people.

Uncle Mei was a clever, ruthless, and shrewd man. Knowing he couldn't win, he quickly changed his attitude and yielded, seeking peace. He relinquished his interests and reached a superior-subordinate cooperation agreement with He's father.

He endured it for more than a decade.

"But I heard that he burned the students to death on purpose," Mei Li said. "It was to retaliate against the students who insulted him... I don't know if it's true or not, but he is indeed a very vengeful person."

"Those who offend him never have a good ending... When Third Master first came here, he secretly tripped him up quite a bit, and he was punished several times before he finally behaved himself after suffering a great loss."

Lin Mian suddenly remembered that on the day she reunited with He Duoye, she had seen Uncle Mei in the woods.

He certainly looks like a ruthless character.

When they arrived at the Pearl Building, just like last time, Li Mingshao was already waiting at the entrance.

He had replaced his cane with a walking stick, and dressed in a suit, he looked quite dashing and debonair. This time, he was accompanied by two male bodyguards, who were to stay behind to protect Lin Mian later.

Li Mingshao led the two upstairs to the beauty salon.

While waiting for the beautician to arrive, Li Mingshao patted his pockets and said, "Oh right, here's what you wanted."

He pulled out a folding fruit knife, about the length of Lin Mian's middle finger, small and ordinary, the kind you could see anywhere on the roadside.

Lin Mian picked up the fruit knife, turned it over, and found that it was just as ordinary as before; it wasn't even a multi-functional fruit knife.

Holding the knife, she looked at Li Mingshao and said politely, "Actually, it's fine if you don't prepare a knife for me."

Li Mingshao guiltily looked away and laughed, "This knife is small, but it's convenient and easy to carry... Of course, it's definitely not as good as a gun, I've just been too busy. Another day, another day I'll definitely prepare a better one."

Lin Mian put away the fruit knife and gave Li Mingshao a polite smile in response.

Li Mingshao chuckled awkwardly twice. At that moment, the beautician pushed open the door and entered. Li Mingshao then smoothly steered the conversation towards beauty and skincare. He was quite knowledgeable about it, and while introducing the treatments to Lin Mian, he was also able to exchange a few words with Meili.

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He Duoye has a private suite in the Mingzhu Building.

After finishing her treatment, Lin Mian went straight to the suite. He Duoye wasn't there; Li Mingshao said he was out. Bored, Lin Mian wandered around the room carefully. It was clean and tidy, with very few signs of life.

The only proof that someone actually lives in this room is that the clothes hanging in the bedroom closet.

It seems that this suite is just a place for He Duoye to sleep.

When He Duoye opened the door and entered the house, he heard the sound coming from the television. It was a road comedy, and the two main characters were arguing fiercely.

He didn't see anyone on the sofa at first glance, but when he walked over, he found Lin Mian lying down asleep.

She lay on her side, her jet-black hair spread out, her face small, but her eyelashes long and curled, her nose straight, and her lips a slightly rosy color.

She wore a black dress with a cinched waist that looked so slender it seemed one could encircle it with a single hand. The flared, ruffled skirt flared out naturally like flower petals, revealing her slender, white legs that were crossed and interlaced.

The dim light from the television screen made her skin appear even more delicate and fair.

Just by looking at it, He Duoye could imagine the feeling of his palm touching it—warm, cool, soft, and incredibly smooth and delicate.

He Duoye approached quietly, slowly squatted down, and looked at Lin Mian's sleeping face.

Because she was lying on her side with her arm as a pillow, half of her cheek was pressed down, making her pout, which was very cute.

After watching for a while, He Duoye leaned down and kissed him.

Lin Mian vaguely sensed something was wrong, and instantly became alert. She opened her eyes and hurriedly backed away.

He Duoye squatted down beside her, looking at her with a smile without any sign of panic.

Startled, Lin Mian calmed down and sat up, asking, "When did you get back?"

"Just now." He Duoye picked up Lin Mian and put him in his lap.

Lin Mian, who had just received a full-body beauty treatment, felt fragrant and soft all over, with her skin smoother and cool to the touch than before.

He Duoye placed his palm on her wrist and held Lin Mian's hand all the way.

Today, Lin Mian wore that pink diamond hidden weapon ring and also got a light pink cat-eye manicure. The color was very light, natural and gentle, and it was only decorated with a few very small diamonds.

He Duoye held her fingers, looked at them for a few moments, and tightened his arms around her waist.

"That's not like you," he commented.

"It was Meizhu who recommended it, saying that it goes well with formal dresses."

He Duoye remained silent, his fingertips tracing the red marks on Lin Mian's wrist. They were from the handcuffs and had faded considerably, leaving only faint traces.

The atmosphere suddenly became awkwardly quiet.

Originally, Lin Mian should have continued to be angry, but after being given the conditions of "obedience" and "going home," she no longer had the right to be angry.

Now that He Duoye is holding her like this, she can only obediently let him hold her.

"Did you bring your gun?" He Duoye asked.

Lin Mian nodded: "I brought it, it's in that bag."

She paired her dress with a tiny seashell bag, big enough to hold that miniature pistol.

He Duoye stretched out his long arm, took the bag, and examined the pistol: "Has it been fired?"

Lin Mian shook her head: "I'm afraid someone will hear us."

He Duoye raised his gun and fired a shot directly at the ceiling. Lin Mian was startled, but didn't hear a loud gunshot. The sound was very low, about the same as clapping her hands.

There was only a very small hole left in the ceiling, which was not noticeable unless you looked up carefully.

He Duoye let her fire two shots to test her skills.

Lin Mian did as instructed. Compared to a normal handgun, this gun was much easier to use, being both light and easy to control.

Just after testing the gun, there was a knock on the door. It was He Duoye's men reminding them that it was time to leave.

He Duoye pulled Lin Mian to her feet.

"Let's go, my first love." He put his arm around Lin Mian's waist and walked out, his tone casual and irreverent with a smile. "It's time to introduce you to my good friends."