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

The He family started arguing.

Lin Mian was locked in the bedroom bathroom of the suite, her hands handcuffed behind her back by He Jingjun. At that time, He Zhengchuan in the living room outside was already throwing a tantrum.

"I knew that woman couldn't possibly be that important! What 'first love'? It was all an act for you all. Now we've all been fooled, and he's probably laughing at us behind our backs!"

He Zhengchuan cursed and kicked things: "He told me to be patient, warned me not to mess things up, but everyone was completely fooled by him!"

"We shouldn't have let him go just now; we should have shot that bastard dead! Father's indulgence of him was a complete mistake. He's never considered himself a member of the He family; he'll ruin us sooner or later!"

He Zhengchuan turned to stare at the silent Uncle Kang Nuo: "Did you hear what I said? That bastard deserves to die!"

Uncle Kang Nuo frowned, unable to hide his disgust and disappointment with He Zhengchuan for the first time: "Why are you so impatient? Look at your sister, look what she's doing right now!"

On the terrace, He Jingjun was on the phone with her father, reporting to him, while arranging for people to keep a close eye on He Duoye to see if he had any other tricks up his sleeve.

That guy is clever and cunning; who knows what he's plotting now.

He Jingjun had always wondered how much of He Duoye's affection for Lin Mian was genuine and how much was an act.

Before last night, she had always felt that the purpose of this deal was more of a test, to get results from the test. But last night, when she was drinking with Wen Ya on the room's terrace and talking about cooperation, she saw He Duoye, who was strolling in the garden with Lin Mian late at night.

The tree-lined path was completely hidden by the canopy of trees, but she still saw He Duoye carrying Lin Mian on his back. The two of them playfully walked to the end of the path, then turned back and walked it again.

Such a self-centered, crazy, and domineering person actually acted like a little boy in love, indulging his girlfriend's tantrums, chasing after her when she was angry, trying to hold her hand and coax her, and not getting angry even when his hand was shaken off.

He simply followed the girl at a distance, like a silent guardian.

In that instant, He Jingjun was almost certain that He Duoye truly loved Lin Mian.

"How sweet they are." Wenya had also witnessed that scene. Her tone was full of envy, yet also filled with longing and nostalgia. "My fiancé and I were just as sweet back then..."

He Jingjun remained silent, thinking to herself, "Sure enough, everyone's in love is the same. He Duoye's reaction when we discuss the deal tomorrow will definitely be quite a spectacle."

She was incredibly excited about today's transaction.

However, the reality was quite different from her expectations.

The father's somewhat hoarse voice came through the phone: "Bring her back first, I want to see her."

He Jingjun gripped her phone. This meeting with her father was definitely not an ordinary one. Lin Mian was going to suffer a lot.

She replied, "Okay."

"Is Zhengchuan angry again?" the father asked, hearing He Zhengchuan's furious voice through the phone.

Just as He Jingjun was about to speak, her father continued, "He's always so impatient, not even a tenth as composed as Anan and Duoye. And you, as the older sister, never properly guide your younger brother."

He Jingjun gripped the phone so tightly her knuckles turned white: "Dad, it wasn't me..."

"Beep beep—"

The call was immediately disconnected.

He Jingjun slowly lowered her arms. After a moment, she let out a cold laugh, which quickly turned into icy indifference.

She suddenly couldn't help but wonder, what if all of her father's sons were dead?

Would he still look down on her like that?

*

Lin Mian rummaged around in the bathroom, trying to find some weapons or something, but unfortunately the clean room was empty.

However, she didn't gain nothing; at least she locked the bathroom door from the inside.

Lin Mian sat back down on the toilet and began to think about what had happened that day. She had two guesses.

Firstly, this was a plan that He Duoye had prepared long ago. He would do something else later and rescue Lin Mian again.

Secondly, He Duoye is a heartless, cold-blooded, and cruel scumbag who traded Lin Mian for a gold mine.

Lin Mian couldn't help but move her wrist. Perhaps because she had learned from being handcuffed by He Duoye before, she didn't feel any discomfort. If she were given the key, she could unlock it herself very quickly.

Shaking her head, Lin Mian told herself not to think about it anymore and to focus on the present.

She still had to go back to China as soon as possible. Life here was not suitable for her at all. Her ex-boyfriend, whom she thought had some unspeakable secret, now seemed more like a lump of bricks.

Men really are all the same.

Feeling sorry for a man is indeed the beginning of a woman's misfortune... No, why is she thinking about that guy again?

Lin Mian stood up and wandered around the bathroom a couple of times. She pressed herself against the door, listening to the arguing outside.

Just then, the arguing stopped, and after the faint sounds of conversation, someone walked towards the bathroom. Lin Mian stepped back.

The door turned, but because it was locked from the inside, the person outside could not open it successfully.

"Miss Lin." It was He Jingjun's voice. "There's no point in locking the door like this. Duoye has already handed you over to us."

Lin Mian said softly, "Yes, it can add to your troubles."

He Jingjun didn't hear those words, nor did she say anything else harsh. A moment later, the footsteps disappeared.

Lin Mian knew that He Jingjun must have gone to find the key. She wandered around the bathroom a couple more times, wanting to do something, but her hands were handcuffed tightly, so she could only sit on the toilet.

This time, she stayed in the bathroom alone for a very long time, so long that Lin Mian started to feel sleepy.

Finally, footsteps sounded again outside, followed by two very polite knocks on the door: "Miss Lin, I'm opening the door now."

This time it's a gentle voice.

She knocked twice more as a reminder before using her key to open the bathroom door.

Seeing Lin Mian sitting on the toilet, Wen Ya smiled and said, "I was so surprised when I heard you locked the bathroom door. I didn't expect you to have such a temper."

Lin Mian didn't reply.

Wenya asked, "Are you going to come out by yourself, or should I come in and bring you?"

Lin Mian stood up and walked out.

Outside, only He Jingjun and the scarred man's henchman beside Uncle Kang Nuo remained. He Jingjun frowned, constantly looking at her phone, while the scarred man stared intently at Lin Mian.

Wen Ya asked Lin Mian to sit on the edge of the bed, and only then did she realize that her suitcase was right next to her feet.

"This is the luggage I packed for you. It's a long journey, so you can't go without a change of clothes." Wenya said, opening the silver box on the coffee table. Inside was a syringe containing a clear liquid and disinfectant supplies.

Lin Mian immediately shrank back, asking warily, "What is this?"

"Don't worry, it's not addictive, it's just an anesthetic." Wen Ya knelt behind Lin Mian, holding her arm and disinfecting her skin. "Don't move around, Miss Lin, or the needle will break off in your arm."

As they were talking, Lin Mian felt Wen Ya slip something into her hand. It was small and hard—the key to the handcuffs.

Lin Mian gripped the key tightly in astonishment.

Wenya picked up the syringe and injected it into Lin Mian's vein.

"Get some sleep, Miss Lin," Wenya said. "I hope we can meet again."