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

Lunch is still served buffet style.

However, there were twice as many guests as last night. With people coming and going, Lin Mian turned around while picking up a dish, and He Duoye was no longer nearby.

Lin Mian looked around and finally saw him standing with several guests, with Mei Zhu beside him, handing him a glass of wine.

Meili was further away, chatting with several female guests.

Lin Mian simply found a table near the dining area and sat down to eat.

Today's dress is a relatively loose style, so it won't feel tight after eating a little bit. She took a bite of a cute-looking pastry, but it was unexpectedly hard and she couldn't bite it.

"Miss Lin." A gentle, warm voice suddenly sounded from behind, like a ghost. Lin Mian looked up in fright, the pastry in her mouth falling out and hitting the plate, almost knocking it over.

She quickly steadied the plate.

Wen Ya smiled, her expression even more gentle and lively than before, and said, "I'm sorry, did I scare you?"

Lin Mian: "...Just a little bit."

Wen Ya immediately laughed and sat down next to Lin Mian: "I thought you would be as polite as before and say no, but I like it when you tell me the truth."

She pushed a glass of wine next to Lin Mian and asked, "How's the food? Is it to your liking?"

Lin Mian answered politely, glancing at the guests coming and going around her. She also saw the groom, Toka, in the distance, wearing a striking white suit.

The bride wasn't by his side, but his smile was much more relaxed and at ease than when he was on stage with her.

Lin Mian still remembers the groom's awkward and tormented expression when the pastor asked them to exchange kisses; at the moment of the kiss, the groom even showed fear.

"The pastries were made by the hotel's pastry chef, and they were just so-so. You could try this grilled sea bass instead," Wenya thoughtfully suggested. "I specially hired the chef for this dish from China. Because it was a last-minute rush, it cost me quite a bit more money."

Lin Mian had just eaten grilled sea bass. Because it looked like Chinese food, and its taste was indeed very Chinese, she ate two pieces in a row, and there was still a third piece left on the plate.

But she can't eat anymore.

Lin Mian changed the subject: "Are you here to see He Duoye? He's over there."

Wenya smiled and said, "It's okay, I'll just sit here and wait for him."

Lin Mian took a sip of water, not wanting to suffer in this awkward atmosphere any longer, she stood up and said, "Excuse me, I need to go to the restroom."

"Okay," Wenya said. "I'll go with you; I'd like to go too."

Lin Mian: "..."

Help.

Seeing her pupils tremble with fright, Wenya couldn't help but laugh: "Just kidding, go ahead, I'm not going with you."

Lin Mian immediately turned around, and just as she took a step, He Duoye returned. He grabbed Lin Mian's wrist, glanced at her flustered expression, turned his head, and asked Wen Ya in a cold voice.

"What did you say to her?"

Wen Ya regained her usual gentle smile, her tone light and slow, soft and hesitant: "It was just a little joke, saying I was going to the restroom with her. Don't be so nervous, Third Young Master, I like her very much, I won't hurt her."

As she spoke, Wenya stood up: "I've come here because I have something important to discuss with you. Someone wants to talk to you about a very significant business deal. If it's convenient, let's go over there now and discuss it in detail."

Wen Ya's gaze passed over He Duoye and landed on Lin Mian.

"And Miss Lin is with us too."

*

Wen Ya left her wedding and took Lin Mian and He Duoye into the elevator, heading to the top floor of the hotel.

The clean elevator contained only the three of them. They didn't talk, and the quiet atmosphere made Lin Mian uneasy. She had a feeling that something was wrong.

But seeing He Duoye's calm and composed demeanor, she felt relieved.

The eldest sister didn't find it strange at all; she was probably overthinking it.

The elevator doors opened quickly. The wedding banquet was still ongoing, and the residential area was almost deserted. Wenya stepped out of the elevator first, walked inside, and finally stopped at the room in the far corner of the corridor.

She swiped her card to open the door and gestured for people to enter.

He Duoye walked straight in, and Lin Mian followed behind. When she saw the person sitting on the sofa in the living room, she suddenly stopped in her tracks.

It was all members of the He family: He Jingjun, He Zhengchuan, and that Uncle Kang Nuo.

Lin Mian's unease resurfaced, and she subconsciously moved closer to He Duoye, while looking up at his expression.

He Duoye's expression was one of great interest, even though the scene before him looked like a trap, a banquet to lure the enemy into a trap.

Wen Ya, acting as the introducer, spoke softly, "Third Young Master, Miss Lin, please don't stand, have a seat here."

He Duoye chuckled and sat down on the single sofa, while Lin Mian stood behind him.

"A remarkable deal." He Duoye crossed his legs, his gaze sweeping over the faces of the three members of the He family, especially He Zhengchuan, who couldn't hide his malice and excitement.

"I'm really curious, what kind of business is it?"

He Zhengchuan was punched in the bathroom last night, and his cheek is still bruised. Although he hasn't found any evidence, he knows it was He Duoye who did it. Every time that bastard sees him being smug, he secretly tries to mess with him.

He is an extremely treacherous and wicked person.

So He Zhengchuan completely forgot Uncle Kang Nuo and He Jingjun's repeated instructions, and he couldn't help but say, "It's a deal you have to agree to even if you have to kneel down."

Uncle Kangnuo frowned and said, "Zhengchuan, you're too excited."

He Zhengchuan dismissed Uncle Kang Nuo's warning with disdain, arrogantly saying, "He's already in this room, what are we afraid of? We have complete control now, he has no right to refuse or choose."

He Jingjun listened to He Zhengchuan's outrageous remarks from the side. Her face remained expressionless, but inwardly she couldn't help but feel mockery and sneer, and hope that he would mess things up.

Let the father see for himself what kind of hopeless, worthless son he had placed his hopes on was.

"I'll just say it directly..."

"It's a gold mine," He Jingjun suddenly said, interrupting He Zhengchuan's smug statement.

She didn't want to get involved, but she couldn't bear to see her perfect plan ruined by her impulsiveness.

She had to seize every opportunity to prove herself in order to change her father's opinion, even if it meant enduring the disgust of cleaning up her stupid brother's messes.

He Zhengchuan was clearly displeased and about to explode in anger, but Uncle Kangnuo grabbed his arm forcefully. Uncle Kangnuo looked at him with a gloomy gaze, his taut, cold expression remarkably similar to He Zhengchuan's father.

In an instant, He Zhengchuan was reminded of the brutal oppression from his father, who was in a superior position.

He Duoye observed the shift in the power dynamic among the three, deliberately ignoring He Zhengchuan who was eager to show off, and looked at He Jingjun, saying, "What you say is more human. Next time you want to do business with me, don't bring the person next to you."

"Noisy and disruptive, and brainless, like a pig with rabies."