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

They sleep in the same bed but dream different dreams.

Lin Mian lay far away on one side of the bed, wrapped in the quilt, covering herself up completely.

He Duoye lay on the other side, and after trying to touch Lin Mian but being kicked, he lay there as quiet as a corpse, like an incompetent husband.

It must be very late now, but Lin Mian can't fall asleep at all. It's probably because too many things happened tonight, and her brain is overwhelmed with all sorts of information. Every time she closes her eyes, all she sees are the things that happened today.

In the quiet, Lin Mian heard He Duoye turn over. He moved closer and easily caught Lin Mian's elbow with his palm.

He pulled Lin Mian, blanket and all, into his arms.

"Let's register our marriage when we get back to China," He Duoye said.

If he lives to see that day, then of course, Lin Mian doesn't need to know such pessimistic thoughts.

Actually, he shouldn't have said the word "marriage" either.

His future is fraught with uncertainty and danger: a controlling and ruthless father, a bunch of enemies he's made over the years due to his overly arrogant behavior, and people who have never been enemies but just want to mess with him... He put himself in a fire pit a long time ago.

He didn't care about his own life or death, so he didn't care about his own safety either.

The longer he was away from Lin Mian, the more rampant and maddening his destructive desires became. Everything around him made him unhappy, bored, and incredibly disgusted.

When his insomnia was at its worst, he would think that death might be better.

The only regret is that I couldn't see Lin Mian one last time.

Because he was afraid of having his secret discovered, he didn't even dare to keep a photo of Lin Mian. Fortunately, he had a naturally good memory, and he remembered every single thing he had done with Lin Mian, big or small.

The clearer the memory, the more he missed her.

He wanted to hug her, to listen to her chatter, and even to scold her, but the truth was, he didn't even dare to mention her.

He didn't know how long he would live, or whether he would be able to escape this hellhole unscathed.

He shouldn't have made any promises to Lin Mian, and he certainly shouldn't have let her know that he still loves her.

Her impression of him should remain that of a despicable scumbag.

In this way, when she returns to her normal life, she will occasionally think of his hateful behavior through gritted teeth, but she will not be like him, making every quiet night long and unbearable because of longing.

But he still selfishly and impulsively blurted it out.

Just like when he was a teenager, he knew that his miserable background would inevitably bring trouble, but he still deliberately got close to her.

Then, little by little, he swallowed her into his dark and boring life.

He should have let go sooner.

As He Duoye thought about it, his arms tightened little by little, pulling the person tightly into his embrace.

He has already selfishly said that if he doesn't survive, then let her marry while holding his memorial tablet.

Anyway, he'd stay by her side even if he had to become a ghost.

Lin Mian shifted her body, wanting to say, "Who wants to marry you? Did you kneel down to propose? You're dreaming."

But the first thing he said was a cold, dismissive question: "Can you even go back to China?"

Lin Mian didn't even know if his nationality had changed.

There are still things from back then that haven't been explained clearly... Thinking about it this way, there are so many problems, she won't just marry him casually.

He Duoye chuckled, rested his sharply defined chin on Lin Mian's head, and said in a nasty tone, "Don't worry, I'll come looking for you every day even as a ghost."

Lin Mian: "..."

She angrily kicked He Duoye.

He Duoye took a kick, then hugged the person tightly again.

After a moment of silence, Lin Mian couldn't help but ask, "What kind of person is your father?"

He Duoye spoke in a relaxed tone, as if it were casual conversation without any pressure: "Have you ever seen gangster gunfight movies? The villains in those movies are similar to him... but older, he's almost seventy years old."

Lin Mian was shocked: "He's old enough to be your grandfather."

She did the math in her head and was even more shocked: "He didn't start having children until he was forty?"

"He had health problems, including infertility, and only after being treated abroad were they able to have a child."

Lin Mian was caught off guard and stumbled upon some gossip.

He Duoye continued, "So he only had four children in total. After the eldest died, he wanted to have a few more to ensure his succession to the throne. But he was too old, and the fetuses conceived through IVF would miscarry naturally after a few months."

Lin Mian said, "Then he might as well be hoping for a grandson. I think He Zhengchuan would be very willing to have one."

He Duoye laughed and told Lin Mian, "He Zhengchuan probably inherited his infertility. I might have the same problem too."

Lin Mian: "..."

Oh, this.

She turned around, looked at He Duoye with pity, and comforted him, "It's okay, you can go abroad for treatment too."

He Duoye looked into her bright eyes: "If you're cured, will you have my baby?"

Lin Mian: "...Then you shouldn't get treatment."

She doesn't want to have children; just thinking about it makes her feel miserable.

He Duoye suddenly said, "I should go get it checked when I have time."

Lin Mian: "..."

He Duoye: "If I really am infertile, then I won't need to use condoms anymore. That's great, it saves money."

Lin Mian, unable to bear it any longer, kicked him again.

"You might as well castrate yourself; it would save you money and also prolong your life."

He Duoye then asked her, "So what are you going to do? Live like a widow?"

Lin Mian: "..."

I really want to kick him off the bed.

After all that commotion, she actually started to feel sleepy and fell asleep in He Duoye's arms.

Half-asleep, she sensed He Duoye getting up. Suddenly wide awake, Lin Mian opened her eyes and heard her phone vibrate.

He Duoye held his phone and noticed that Lin Mian was awake. He touched her face and sat down on the edge of the bed to answer the call.

The room was quiet, and Lin Mian could vaguely hear the voices on the other end of the phone, but not very clearly.

He Duoye said into the phone, "Okay, I'm coming now."

After hanging up the phone, he said, "He Jingjun has been found. She was seriously injured and is currently undergoing surgery at the hospital. They want me to come over to sign the papers. I'm worried about leaving you at the hotel, so you'll have to come with me."

Lin Mian got up: "Where is she injured?"

He Duoye didn't seem to care much: "I didn't ask."

Fine.

Lin Mian quickly changed her clothes. Her suitcase had been lost, and the clothes she was wearing were prepared in advance by Wen Ya in the room.

Wenya was very thoughtful, preparing two sets of each: pajamas, loungewear, and outerwear.

As he stepped out of the room, Li Mingshao and Man Niu were already waiting for him in the hallway.

The four of them got into the car together and headed to the city's central hospital.

Besides the abrasions all over her body, He Jingjun also had a gunshot wound in her left arm, where a bullet had pierced through the muscle and fractured a small piece of bone. Due to excessive blood loss, her face was deathly pale, and with her body covered in wounds, she looked extremely weak.

She was in a wheelchair and was wheeled out of the operating room by her people.

He Duoye and Lin Mian waited outside the operating room.

Seeing her come out, He Duoye didn't get up, but remained seated, and asked, "Why did you come back alone? Where is your good brother?"

He Jingjun's face was icy. She stared at He Duoye for a few seconds, then suddenly said, "Father will be here early this morning. You should think about how to explain this to him first."