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

The car circled around and headed towards the Aman Hotel.

As Lin Mian passed the intersection where the accident occurred, she saw the yellow warning tape stretched across the street. The ground was wet, as if it had been washed with water, but traces of burning were still visible.

Several policemen stood by, idly smoking. An SUV drove past them, but they didn't react much.

Lin Mian peered out the window at the scene of the accident for a while, then asked He Duoye, "Where did He Zhengchuan and He Jingjun go?"

She had previously heard at the police station that two people had gone missing, and one had died, but no one knew who it was.

"I don't know," He Duoye said.

Lin Mian stared at him, moved a little closer, and whispered, "Wasn't the attack something you planned?"

Mei Li had told her that there was an embassy ahead of the intersection that morning, and Lin Mian used that road that evening, and even the reason she stopped the car was the same—the tricycle had overturned unexpectedly.

Finally, she encountered Li Mingshao while on her escape.

Lin Mian suspected that even if she didn't run out of the car herself, someone would have taken her out.

He Duoye found it amusing to see her whispering, so he placed his hand on the back of her neck and gave it a light pinch. His expression remained lazy, and he even looked a little sleepy.

"Don't talk nonsense, what happened tonight has nothing to do with me." He Duoye stroked Lin Mian's neck gently. "Strictly speaking, I was also a victim in tonight's attack. My first love almost disappeared."

Lin Mian: "..."

She was somewhat amazed by He Duoye's calm demeanor.

Since He Duoye denied it, Lin Mian followed up by asking, "Then who died tonight?"

Before she ran out of the car, she saw the attacker pointing his gun at He Zhengchuan. Was it him?

He Duoye paused for a brief second: "Several people died tonight, but those two surnamed He should still be alive; their bodies haven't been found."

Lin Mian was a little confused, but didn't think much of it. Perhaps the short-haired policeman didn't fully understand the situation.

Li Mingshao, sitting in the passenger seat, suddenly sighed. He turned his head, wanting to interrupt, but after glancing at He Duoye, he kept quiet.

The "deceased" that Lin Mian mentioned was actually herself. They had prepared a female corpse in advance to replace Lin Mian, since no one would recognize the body after it was charred.

But unexpectedly, Lin Mian didn't leave in the end.

Their plan, which they had been planning for half a month, failed. Lin Mian stayed behind, becoming He Duoye's biggest weakness.

Li Mingshao could only think optimistically; at least Lin Mian's presence would make He Duoye appear happier than usual.

Although He Duoye's unscrupulous style of doing things can save them a lot of losses, Li Mingshao sometimes worries that He Duoye might really go crazy one day and kill them all.

In particular, he seemed indifferent to his own life or death.

If Lin Mian were here, he probably wouldn't have let himself die so easily.

It was a mixed bag; everything has two sides. Lin Mian staying would bring trouble, but it would also stabilize He Duoye. Li Mingshao thought to himself, silently shutting his mouth, which had been itching to say something.

The car was parked in the parking lot of the Aman Hotel. The streetlights were bright, and Wenya, who had just gotten married today, was standing next to one of the streetlights.

She walked over with a smile, her gaze fixed on Lin Mian: "Miss Lin, I didn't expect to see you again so soon."

Lin Mian felt very conflicted when he saw her again.

Wenya still gave her a dangerous and somewhat sinister feeling, but she also seemed to be on He Duoye's side.

He Duoye put his arm around Lin Mian's shoulder, enveloping her in his body: "Why aren't you spending your wedding night with your husband? What are you doing here?"

Wen Ya said, "With such a big thing happening outside today, I've been worried the whole time. I haven't had the mind to think about anything else."

He Duoye led Lin Mian forward, saying, "You seem to have a lot of free time."

Wenya had already rearranged the hotel room. She personally led the person upstairs, handed over the room key, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, there are no security cameras in this room."

Lin Mian: "?"

Wenya looked at her again, her smile gentle: "Don't be afraid. There are hidden cameras only in the room where you were negotiating the deal. It's mainly because someone is worried that something might happen to you in there, so they have to keep an eye on you at all times."

Lin Mian: "???"

She was shocked and confused. Just as she was about to ask for details, He Duoye grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled her into the room.

He Duoye's tall figure blocked the doorway. He looked down at Wen Ya, his cold and stern expression extremely intimidating. He gave Wen Ya a warning look, then closed the door directly.

The wind from the closing door made Wenya's bangs flutter, but the next second she smiled.

really interesting.

*

"What did she mean by that?" Lin Mian asked He Duoye. "What surveillance?"

He Duoye didn't answer immediately. He walked up to Lin Mian, turned her around under her questioning gaze, and finally hugged her from behind.

The two had a significant height and build difference, and in this position, Lin Mian was completely enveloped by him. He was slightly bent over, his chin resting on Lin Mian's shoulder.

"I'm worried about leaving you alone in their hands." He said something unusual, something that wasn't so harsh.

Lin Mian let him hold her, and her body went limp.

"So, you've been watching me on the security camera the whole time."

He Duoye nodded.

Lin Mian gripped his arm. She still had many questions she wanted to ask He Duoye one by one, but those questions lingered in her mind, and she didn't know how to ask them.

She didn't want to ask the question only to be rejected by the annoying He Duoye, because then she would get so angry that she would forget the question and then remember it again after a while.

It's like an unhealthy vicious cycle.

"He Duoye," Lin Mian rephrased, "Am I important to you?"

He Duoye held Lin Mian's hand, his tone languid: "Yes, you're the most important person in the whole world."

"..."

That sounds a bit infuriating.

Lin Mian nudged him with her elbow, and He Duoye hissed, whether genuinely in pain or feigning it was unclear. He picked up Lin Mian and headed towards the bedroom: "It's getting late, time to sleep."

The two walked slowly, Lin Mian grabbing his arm and asking another question: "So, what's our relationship now?"

He Duoye said, "It's a relationship where we sleep together."

Lin Mian: "..."

She forcefully pulled He Duoye's hand away, turned to look at him, and repeated each word carefully: "A relationship where we sleep together?"

He Duoye, like a fool who had suddenly lost his emotional intelligence, retorted, "Otherwise, what kind of relationship do you want?"

Lin Mian looked at him expressionlessly: "What do you think?"

He said, "I think it's fine as it is now."

Seeing Lin Mian's expression, which was about to explode, he suddenly sighed, touched Lin Mian's face, and said, "I'm not ready to get back together with you yet."