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

Back at the hotel, Lin Mian began packing her things.

He Duoye followed her back to the room. Standing tall and long-legged, he stood in the doorway, watching Lin Mian stuff clothes into her suitcase: "Are you running away from home?"

Lin Mian ignored him.

She didn't have much stuff, so she quickly packed it all, closed her suitcase, and walked to the door.

He Duoye stood in the middle of the doorway, sighed, and said with his head down, "I was wrong just now."

Lin Mian no longer wanted to ask him what he had done wrong, nor did she want to take a walk or have a heart-to-heart talk anymore; she was exhausted. Unless He Duoye knelt down and confessed to her, she wouldn't bother saying a single extra word to him.

She shoved He Duoye aside, dragged her suitcase, and went straight to the guest bedroom in the suite.

"Bang!" Lin Mian locked the bedroom door from the inside.

She quickly changed into her pajamas, then lay down in bed, ignoring the knocking.

Lin Mian had just pulled the covers over her head and closed her eyes when her phone started ringing.

She stretched out an arm, touched her phone, and turned it off.

Suddenly everything went quiet. The phone stopped ringing, and so did the knocking.

The silence lasted until dawn, when Lin Mian finally fell asleep. But she hadn't slept long before a loud knocking on the door woke her.

Lin Mian covered her head with the blanket and didn't intend to open the door.

"Lin Mian, open the door." Mei Li's voice came from outside. "Hurry up, if you don't open the door, I'll call the hotel manager."

Lin Mian threw off the covers and sat up abruptly.

"Lin Mian, open the door, hurry up!" Mei Li was very impatient, knocking on the door and pressing the doorknob, "Lin Mian!"

It was too noisy, so Lin Mian climbed out of bed, her hair all messy, and opened the door.

"what?"

Meili was dressed in a red dress, with charming makeup and her hair styled in a particularly elegant and sophisticated way.

She looked Lin Mian up and down: "You haven't opened the door for so long, I thought you were trying to commit suicide in there."

Lin Mian: "...I was just sleeping."

"Wake up!" Mei Li squeezed into Lin Mian's room, looked her around, and said, "Hurry up and change your clothes, then come with me to get something."

After saying that, he immediately asked, "Are you still arguing with Third Master?"

Lin Mian hadn't slept well and didn't want to go out, so she politely declined, saying, "Where's your sister? Why don't you go see her?"

"My sister went with Third Master to meet a client," Mei Li urged. "Hurry up, come back and change your clothes after you get your things, so you can attend the wedding banquet."

She must have led Lin Mian out the door.

As Lin Mian walked out of the hotel and got into her car, she noticed someone watching her. She looked around but didn't see anyone strange.

As she sat in the car, still wondering, Meili said, "Don't worry about your surroundings. It's normal for someone to be watching you now."

Lin Mian: "?"

She asked, puzzled, "Why?"

Mei Li scoffed, "They're afraid you'll run away. There's a Chinese embassy here. If you suddenly jumped out of the car and ran to the embassy, ​​who would dare to arrest you and take you back?"

Lin Mian was shocked; she hadn't expected there to be an embassy here. And... was Mei Li implying that she should run away?

The car had already started and was heading towards the bustling street. The streets on both sides were somewhat dilapidated but still relatively clean, with many pedestrians, making it look very lively.

Lin Mian glanced at the unfamiliar street scene outside, then looked at Mei Li: "Who's afraid I'll run away, He Duoye?"

Meili immediately said, "What if! If you run outside and manage to escape, that's fine, but if you get caught by someone else and used to blackmail Third Master, that would be real trouble!"

She added, "We can't just ignore whether you live or die."

Lin Mian looked out the window. Just across the street was a dilapidated and filthy slum. She wanted to say that she hadn't considered the risk of running away; it was too dangerous, and she didn't want to be caught and trafficked again.

Her plan was to wait for He Duoye to send her back.

But she swallowed her words in the end.

A tricycle suddenly overturned ahead, blocking the road.

The car had to stop.

Mei then raised her chin and asked, "Do you see that red house over there?"

Lin Mian looked up and, across half a street and a slum, could clearly see the red roof of a house, standing out conspicuously behind the gray, dilapidated buildings.

"That's the embassy," Mary said. "Just cross this street and run straight ahead."

Lin Mian couldn't help but stare at her: "You really didn't imply anything to me?"

Meili, feigning ignorance, asked, "What are you implying?"

Lin Mian didn't ask any more questions. She turned around and looked behind her. There was another car behind the tricycle, with strange men watching her in the driver's seat and the passenger seat.

Something feels off.

Lin Mian accompanied Mei Li to a luxury store, picked up a limited edition Birkin bag, and bought one for Lin Mian as well.

We returned to the hotel without incident, and then it was time to change clothes and put on makeup.

The handbag that came with the dress was very small. If she put her phone in it, she couldn't put the miniature pistol in it. Lin Mian hesitated for a moment, then put her phone in the bag.

She eventually tucked the gun into her leg clasp; it was something He Duoye had prepared for her in her suitcase.

Lin Mian lowered her skirt and looked in the mirror.

She's wearing a gold dress today, with a halter neck design, cinched at the waist but with a loose and flowing skirt—a very casual dress.

There was a knock on the door, and He Duoye pushed it open and walked in. Their eyes met briefly through the mirror before Lin Mian looked away first.

He Duoye seemed to have forgotten what happened last night. He walked behind Lin Mian and looked at her in the mirror: "You look good in gold too."

Lin Mian remained silent, expressionless.

He Duoye looked at her through the mirror. After a moment, he sighed again, raised his hand, pinched Lin Mian's chin, and gently squeezed her face.

"You're always getting angry with me, it makes me want to just sell you off."

Lin Mian pulled He Duoye's hand away: "You've ruined my makeup."

He Duoye chuckled silently, then took Lin Mian downstairs to the banquet hall for the wedding.

Unlike last night, this time He Duoye was followed by three women, making the scene very conspicuous and strange. Fortunately, once they arrived at the banquet hall, they were seated and were no longer so conspicuous.

Wenya and her fiancé's wedding concluded successfully with the pastor's blessing.

As the guests dined and the atmosphere was relaxed and lively, Wen Ya, holding a wine glass, clinked glasses with He Jingjun from afar.

She curved her red lips into a smile, sipped her champagne, and then turned her gaze to Lin Mian at the back of the crowd.