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

[The previous text has been edited; if the plot doesn't flow smoothly, please skip to Chapter 48 (posted on June 18th). Apologies again QAQ]

The car stopped for a rest in a small town along the way.

Lin Mian got out of the car to get some fresh air and stretch her stiff limbs, while also curiously looking around. The town was very dilapidated; the shops, buildings, and roads all looked very old, and there were haphazardly strung power lines overhead.

Their cars were parked there, which quickly attracted attention.

Many people were secretly observing them from the shadows, but seeing that they were numerous and armed, they immediately became wary and dared not approach.

Lin Mian noticed a small shop nearby that was full of things. She suddenly remembered that she was still penniless. If she went outside alone, she wouldn't even have money to buy water.

She couldn't help but touch the necklace around her neck. It was the gold necklace He Duoye had given her before. The pendant was a round ball that could be opened, inside which was a ruby ​​that looked incredibly expensive.

He Duoye also said at the time that if she ever ended up homeless, she could use this thing to exchange for money.

It would be better to just give her the money directly.

Her gaze followed the shops and slowly moved to the area under the power lines, where He Duoye and his two trusted henchmen were standing smoking.

He Duoye was very perceptive and caught Lin Mian's attention the next second. He waved to Lin Mian, signaling her to come over.

"..."

Lin Mian kept a straight face and turned her head away.

She didn't go over; instead, she opened the car door and got in.

After resting for more than ten minutes, everyone gradually got back on the bus.

Lin Mian was playing a mobile game with her head down. In the lowered sound effects, she heard the sound of the car door being opened, and a tall shadow and a familiar presence instantly invaded her.

It is He Duoye.

He closed the car door, a smile playing on his lips, still with that same nonchalant and irreverent attitude: "Still angry?"

Lin Mian put away her phone, putting aside her anger from last night. She looked up at He Duoye and asked, "Besides that, don't you have anything else to say to me?"

Her expression was serious, her bright eyes staring directly at He Duoye, her pupils clear and bright, revealing her straightforward and earnest emotions.

She hoped He Duoye could say something to break their current improper relationship.

But He Duoye is like a stubborn, stinking piece of dog poop that won't listen to reason.

He casually tossed the question back: "What do you want to hear me say?"

Lin Mian looked away and continued playing her mobile game.

If you don't want to talk about it, then forget it.

Anyway, she doesn't necessarily have to listen.

The journey was long and bumpy. By the time they finally arrived at their destination, Lin Mian had already fallen asleep, her head tilted to the side, leaning on He Duoye's shoulder.

Several cars slowly slowed down and drove into the parking lot of the Oman Hotel one by one.

Because of its proximity to the capital, the economy here is obviously much better than that of Heduoye. However, the gap between the rich and the poor is severe. The streets in the bustling area are neat and the shops are brightly lit.

Just across the street is a dilapidated and filthy old slum.

The Oman Hotel is luxuriously grand, featuring a minimalist modern architectural style with large glass walls that create a bright, simple, and sophisticated atmosphere. It is surrounded by meticulously designed tropical rainforest-style gardens.

The car stopped, and He Duoye tilted his head slightly, his chin brushing against the top of Lin Mian's fluffy hair, then shrugged his shoulders, waking her up.

"Are we there yet?" Lin Mian suddenly sat up straight, her hair disheveled from sleep, looking around as she gazed out.

No one answered her.

Lin Mian turned around and saw He Duoye patting her shoulder, which had been slept on the way.

He lifted his eyelids, met Lin Mian's gaze, and said, "Your drool is all over my clothes."

Lin Mian immediately touched the corner of her mouth; she was fast asleep and didn't know if she had drooled. Seeing the suppressed laughter in He Duoye's eyes, she realized she had been tricked.

"How childish." Lin Mian said, then pushed open the car door and got out.

The parking lot was very modern and huge, decorated with various green plants. It wasn't completely dark yet, but the streetlights were already on.

Lin Mian glanced around casually and spotted an acquaintance she didn't want to see: He Jingjun.

Her car was parked not far away, with a young and handsome male companion. When she saw Lin Mian and He Duoye, she smiled and walked over.

"What a coincidence, I just arrived too," He Jingjun said. "It must have been a tough journey. The infrastructure in Myanmar is terrible, and the roads are rough and bumpy."

"Yes, it's tough." He Duoye walked over. He was tall, and even just standing there, he could shield Lin Mian from view. "So don't just talk the talk, show us something real."

He was blunt and not at all embarrassed: "For example, I'll buy her a car; she likes Rolls-Royces."

Lin Mian, who had just learned that she liked Rolls-Royces, glanced at He Duoye silently.

He Jingjun jokingly replied, "I can't afford that, but I brought other gifts."

The handsome young man behind her handed her a paper bag. He Jingjun took out a box from it, opened it, and turned it around to show the two of them: "This is a piece of raw purple jade. I didn't know what style my sister-in-law liked, so I didn't make it into jewelry."

She looked at Lin Mian with great kindness: "When the time comes, whether you want a bracelet or a necklace, just have Duoye find someone to make one for you."

Seeing He Duoye's foolishness in not taking advantage of the situation, Lin Mian nodded and said, "Okay, thank you, Sister Jingjun."

After delivering the items, He Jingjun left with her male companion.

During the wedding, the entire hotel was closed to the public, and only wedding guests were inside. Only a few people were standing in the lobby, including He Zhengchuan.

He brought a beautiful female companion, but he walked up to He Jingjun alone.

He Jingjun's male companion wisely left early, leaving only the siblings.

"We're about to have a huge falling out, why are you still trying to please that woman?" He Zhengchuan's eyes were full of disgust and contempt. "You don't really think you can get closer to that bastard child this way, do you?"

He Jingjun was too lazy to explain so much to him. Someone like He Zhengchuan, who didn't have a brain, wouldn't understand that even hypocrisy can be very useful in adult interactions.

Besides, it's just a piece of jade and a few meaningless words; it won't cause much trouble.

She simply reminded He Zhengchuan, "Don't provoke He Duoye these next two days, and don't speak to him. Tomorrow's matter is very important; if you mess it up, Father will be even more disappointed in you."

He Zhengchuan was very unhappy to be lectured like this, and deliberately said disdainfully, "No matter how disappointed you are, I am still his son."

He especially emphasized the last two words.

He Jingjun's face darkened, and without saying another word, she walked away in her high heels.

He Zhengchuan watched her walk away with a smug look on his face. With his hands in his pockets, he walked triumphantly to the floor-to-ceiling glass wall. Through the exquisite green plants, he could vaguely see He Duoye and Lin Mian in the parking lot.

He still didn't believe He Duoye was a romantic, but thinking about what he was going to do tomorrow, he couldn't help but feel excited.

"I'm really looking forward to it."