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

Children from the He family all have a kind of fear of their father, stemming from their parents or bloodline.

In the eyes of a young child, a tall, strong, controlling, and ruthless father is an absolute figure who cannot be defied. Before such a father, there is only one thing one can do: submit.

He Zhengchuan felt this fear the most.

He's father would show a loving smile in front of his eldest brother, and would ignore He Jingjun, who was just a daughter, but he was always scolding and punishing the good-for-nothing He Zhengchuan.

As for He Duoye, he was brought back halfway through his journey. In his childhood, he was naturally afraid of his father, who was a tall and imposing elder, but that fear gradually diminished as he grew older.

Looking at He Xiao now, He Duoye only felt that bad people really do live long lives.

If you had died sooner, there wouldn't have been so many problems.

He Duoye stepped into the ward, slightly raised his eyelids, his gaze swept around, and finally stopped on He Jingjun's face. The two looked at each other, and He Duoye smiled.

"I'm sorry, I forgot you were also hospitalized. I only brought one gift."

He raised his hand and threw the box to He Zhengchuan.

He Zhengchuan frantically reached out and slapped open the gift, fearing it might contain some kind of bomb or hidden weapon. His cowardly behavior made his father frown slightly.

Neither He's father nor He Jingjun mentioned the shooting and bombing incident again.

Although everyone knew that He Duoye was involved in this matter, He Zhengchuan, as the victim, was filled with rage and resentment, and couldn't wait to vent it on He Duoye.

But he was afraid of his father's authority, and even with his expression contorted, he dared not utter a word.

The four family members ate dinner in the hospital ward, in a strangely oppressive atmosphere. The ones who talked the most at the table were He's father and He Duoye, and their conversation consisted mainly of question-and-answer reports.

This unpalatable meal ended the very next second after Mr. He put down his chopsticks.

He slowly wiped his mouth with a towel and said, "Remember to bring your girlfriend home for me to meet in a while. It's been so many years since we've had a new addition to the family, it's about time."

He seemed to have truly become a father to his son, saying to He Duoye, "I will prepare your wedding properly."

He Duoye pressed his fingertip against the blade of the knife and said casually, "Why don't you transfer 30 million to me now and I'll use it as a betrothal gift?"

Mr. He was not provoked. He calmly said, "Thirty million is too much. Tell me when you think of a suitable number."

He Duoye said, "I think 30 million is a good amount."

Mr. He stopped talking about that topic. He changed to a different towel and started wiping his hands.

The ward fell silent again until He Duoye left. Only then did He's father speak again: "What happened today is a warning to us all. In the future, whatever we do, we must be cautious and consider the consequences. If we do too many impulsive things, we will fall sooner or later and pay the price."

Mr. He continued, "I've prepared a gift for you; remember to take it back with you."

He Duoye waved his hand and walked out of the ward without looking back.

The person who gave the gift to He Duoye was Angdan, the most loyal dog of Uncle Kangnuo and He's father, who disapproved of He Duoye's rebelliousness and disobedience.

Adding to her grievances, she had just been brutally beaten by He Duoye, making her face even more unpleasant. With a long expression, she handed the gift to He Duoye.

The item was packed in a white paper bag, inside which was a large white gift box.

He Duoye glanced at Angdan's expression and judged that he didn't know the contents of the gift.

He's father wouldn't give him something for no reason. Given his habit of manipulating people, this thing must have a meaning of suppression and humiliation.

He Duoye slammed the car door shut and opened the box.

Inside was a pair of shoes, covered with tiny rhinestones, exquisitely beautiful and glamorous women's high heels.

He Duoye calmly picked up a shoe, knowing what his father was implying. He used to act arrogantly and without restraint because he was fearless, having nothing to lose.

Now he has a weakness.

He Duoye didn't throw the shoes away; he carefully kept them.

He accepted his father's reminder and decided to return it to him at his funeral sometime in the future.

He Duoye lowered his car window. The streetlights in the hospital parking lot were sparse and dim, leaving half of his car in shadow and half in light. He Duoye sat in the shadows, looked up, and gazed at a ward above.

The window was illuminated white by the light, and a figure stood in front of it, also looking down.

A moment later, the car started and drove away from the hospital parking lot.

He Jingjun watched the car slowly drive away. She lit a cigarette with one hand, and the white smoke dissipated into the air. Looking at the dispersing mist, she remembered the first thing her father had said to her after they met.

"I need a child."

At that time, He Jingjun was sitting on the hospital bed, her face and body covered with scrapes from jumping off the car, but He's father didn't see any injuries at all, or even see her as a person.

He only said, "A child with the He family bloodline."

He's father did not specify who the child's parents were. He only said that he needed a child, which could be born to He Jingjun, He Zhengchuan, or He Duoye.

As the person carrying out this mission, if He Jingjun didn't want to give birth herself, she would have to find a way to get the other two people involved.

Thinking about it, He Jingjun suddenly smiled.

With the arrival of a new child, she is even less likely to be the heir.

He Jingjun stubbed out her cigarette and snapped the hospital room window shut.

*

The next morning, Lin Mian and his group set off to return.

When we arrived, there was a large group of people, but when we left, there were only four of us, and we drove two cars.

Lin Mian and He Duoye drove together in that spacious SUV. The journey wasn't rushed, and He Duoye even took Lin Mian to have lunch in a nice-looking small town along the way.

This was the first time Lin Mian had eaten local cuisine without any modifications, unlike anything she had eaten at the manor or banquets before.

She tried many new things and even took a lot of photos with He Duoye's phone.

They didn't return to the manor. He Duoye and Li Mingshao had a lot of things to deal with, so they went directly to the Pearl Building.

Entering He Duoye's private suite again, Lin Mian no longer felt unfamiliar.

After a long day, she went upstairs and took a nice, relaxing hot shower.

Thinking that she might come again next time, Lin Mian hung the clothes from her suitcase into He Duoye's wardrobe.

He Duoye treated this apartment like a hotel, with only a few empty sets of clothes inside, all in cool colors like black and gray. When Lin Mian's light-colored clothes were hung in, the view immediately changed.

She glanced at it and felt she should tell He Duoye.

Lin Mian stomped downstairs, picked up her new phone from the coffee table—the one Li Mingshao had given her when she first arrived at the building.

Just like my previous phone, it's brand new with a new SIM card, and I have to register everything again, except for having one friend on WeChat.

Lin Mian took a picture of the wardrobe and sent it to He Duoye.

She typed: "I'll put the clothes inside, next time..."

Before I could even type "Wan," my phone vibrated. He Duoye's message came through first, also a photo.

The display case was bright and transparent, filled with rows and rows of diamond and gemstone rings.

He Duoye: "Choose."