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

"He Zhengchuan was found in a farmer's pigsty on the outskirts of the city," Wen Ya told Lin Mian. "It is said that when he was found, he was tied up tightly and huddled together with a group of pigs."

Lin Mian imagined the scene and felt disgusted for him.

"However, he didn't try to escape, so he didn't have any external injuries..." Wen Ya said, "But I heard that the killers who made the shooting and explosion have all escaped. They carved words on He Zhengchuan's back, explaining their purpose of revenge."

Lin Mian asked, "Revenge?"

"It should be considered a messy affair... When the He family was expanding their territory, they forced a man named Xitu to his death and ruined his family. So, in order to take revenge, his family staged an accident that killed the eldest son of the He family."

"In order to avenge their eldest son, the He family arrested the entire Xitu family, young and old, and burned them to death in the street. However, a few people managed to escape at the time, and now they have returned for revenge."

This is also why He Duoye was able to escape unscathed after causing such a huge incident. He had cleverly designed the attacker's motives, process, and even the outcome.

The attackers were ostensibly enemies of the He family. He Jingjun and He Zhengchuan were kidnapped and terrified, but were eventually rescued unharmed. Only a few insignificant subordinates died.

It was like a massive, crazy prank.

But this plan should have had a different ending.

Wenya slowly peeled the apple, glancing up at the girl opposite her before lowering her gaze again before the girl noticed. The apple peel, severed by the sharp blade, fell onto the glass coffee table, which Wenya picked up and threw into the trash can.

She suddenly said, "It's really lucky that Third Master He knows you."

Lin Mian asked, puzzled, "Why are you saying that?"

Wenya peeled the apple and cut it into evenly sized pieces on a plate. She smiled and said, "Not every madman can find a suitable normal person as a partner."

Lin Mian: "..."

It feels like you're being sarcastic or sarcastic.

Wen Ya pushed the sliced ​​apple in front of Lin Mian: "I'm really curious how you two got together."

She tilted her head and examined Lin Mian's face.

She's pretty, but not quite a top-tier beauty. Her face is small, and her features are delicate and refined. At first glance, she looks clean and innocent, like a small animal that's easy to fool and pet.

Soft, warm, and harmless.

Being by her side would definitely be very relaxing and comfortable.

Wen Ya looked at Lin Mian and gave herself an answer: "Love at first sight?"

Lin Mian had been questioned so much by these people that she developed PTSD, and she felt that she and He Duoye had developed feelings for each other over time. After all, when they first met, He Duoye always looked at her with a very intimidating cold face.

She changed the subject, saying, "I thought you were the kind of person who wasn't interested in love."

After all, Wenya seemed to have no feelings for her childhood sweetheart.

Wen Ya smiled gently, her lips curving upwards, and looked at Lin Mian, saying, "No, I'm very interested in things I can't have."

The door clicked open, and He Duoye, who had gone downstairs to run errands, returned.

With his hands in his pockets, he walked over to Lin Mian, looked down at Wen Ya, and said, "It's your turn to clean up this mess."

Wenya stood up gently and good-naturedly: "Then I'll be going now. Contact me if you need anything. I've left my business card on the table."

The door closed gently.

Lin Mian twitched her nose and smelled a faint scent on He Duoye. After a second of scrutiny, she realized it was the smell of blood.

"Are you injured?" She grabbed He Duoye's hand to look at it and found that the skin on his finger joints was broken and bleeding a little.

"It wasn't me." He Duoye didn't pull his hand back, letting Lin Mian hold it and look at it. "It's Uncle Kang Nuo's godson. He was slightly injured just now."

Lin Mian looked up and glanced at him.

It means they beat someone up, right?

Lin Mian asked with concern, "That guy looked like he could fight really well. Are you alright?"

She looked He Duoye up and down, and even lifted his shirt to check for wounds on his stomach and chest, but of course she only saw his sexy abs and pectoral muscles.

He Duoye grabbed Lin Mian's hand this time: "If you want to take advantage of me, just say so. It's not like I won't let you."

Lin Mian slapped his abs.

He Duoye went to the bathroom to shower, took off his clothes, revealing his muscular but scarred body. He had some bruises on his lower back, shoulders, and arms, but they were all from the fight with Uncle Kang Nuo's godson, Ang Dan, outside the elevator.

When he was beating Angdan on the first floor, he didn't fight back because he was in the wrong.

Angdan had been fighting Muay Thai in underground rings for seven years. He was extremely skilled and ruthless. If they really fought, He Duoye would indeed have a hard time suppressing him.

We need to find a way to kill him. Once he's dead, we won't have to worry about losing control.

He Duoye turned on the shower, and the icy water cascaded down from above. He tilted his head back, letting the cold water pour over his face. The cold water slowly took away his body heat, making him calmer and calmer.

He Duoye didn't kill Uncle Kangnuo. Angdan's questioning of him was just an excuse. His real purpose was to stall Lin Mian when he was taken into the elevator.

Today's events may have been a sign that her father wanted to forcibly take Lin Mian away, or they may have been just a warning, but He Duoye only saw the threat.

He opened his eyes to the sound of water; the cold water stimulated his eyeballs, making his eyes turn red.

When a threat arises, it must be removed, just like removing a tiger's fangs.

He turned off the water, pulled off a towel, wiped his face, and when he looked up at the mirror, he saw his face had returned to calm, except for his eyes, which were bloodshot and looked like those of a demon.

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He Duoye still went to the hospital.

After He Zhengchuan was found, he underwent a full physical examination at the hospital. He had been tied up for almost a day and a night and was somewhat dehydrated because he had vomited violently in the pigsty.

He Duoye, showing great brotherly demeanor, brought a well-wrapped gift for He Zhengchuan, who was hospitalized.

When he arrived at the ward, Angdan, who had just been beaten up by Kang Nuoshu He Gang and had a bruised and swollen face, was guarding the door.

Uncle Kangnuo explained again: "I was in a hurry to find the Fourth Young Master and forgot to contact Angdan. He thought something had happened to me, so he came to bother you in his haste."

He glanced at He Duoye's expression and deliberately asked, "I heard Miss Lin was attacked because of this. Is she alright?"

He Duoye looked at Uncle Kang Nuo and said in a gloomy tone, "You should be glad she's alright."

He walked straight into the ward, bypassing Uncle Kang Nuo.

He Jingjun and her father were both there. He Zhengchuan was lying on the hospital bed, his face pale and weak, but the moment he saw He Duoye, he immediately came to life and almost jumped off the bed to tear him apart in anger.

"You shameless bastard..."

When He's father raised his eyes, just one look from him was enough to make He Zhengchuan turn pale and fall silent.

He was like a child who had been beaten and terrified. He shrank back onto the hospital bed, suppressing even his anger and resentment.

He's father's full name is very ordinary, He Xiao, which is taken from his parents' surnames.

At this moment, He Xiao stood by the window. Although he was seventy years old, his back was still straight, and he was tall and thin. His silver hair was neatly combed, and his wrinkled face had some gray age spots.

His face resembled He Duoye's by about 50%, especially his eyes.

His cool brown eyes were not aged or cloudy; they remained bright, cold, sharp, and gloomy, always staring aggressively into the eyes of others.