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

Uncle Connor arrived at the He family resort at four o'clock in the afternoon. The stilted house where Angdan had the accident had been burned to a pile of charcoal. Two bodies were placed side by side in the next room, and outsiders could not tell who was who.

Uncle Connor lifted the white sheet, stared at the corpse, and after only a moment, recognized it as his godson's body.

He asked the family to help carry the body into the coffin.

He Jingjun and He Duoye were both by their side, and Uncle Kang Nuo looked at the two of them with unusual calm.

He didn't question anything, greeted He Duoye, and then let He Jingjun go home with him to see his father.

He Duoye stood by the roadside, watching Uncle Kang Nuo's car drive past him. The car window was closed, so he couldn't see Uncle Kang Nuo, but he could keenly sense the hateful gaze he was receiving.

Angdan was a core talent that Uncle Kangnuo and Father He had invested a lot of resources and effort in cultivating. Now that he had died so hastily and mysteriously, how could Uncle Kangnuo be willing to accept it?

He resented the vase that He Duoye had smashed, but he could tolerate it because no matter how rare the vase was, he could still find a replacement by spending some money.

But people can't.

In particular, you might not meet a trustworthy and capable person for several years, but Angdan is Uncle Connor's godson who has been taught by him for more than ten years.

He didn't say anything to He Duoye when he saw him today, as if he didn't consider He Duoye to be the murderer, but he was definitely not that calm inside.

He's definitely thinking about how to get revenge.

He Duoye stared at the disappearing tail of the car, going over the feasibility of his plan to kill Uncle Kang Nuo in his mind.

Killing him wasn't difficult for He Duoye; the difficulty lay in severing ties with him.

Uncle Kang Nuo sat in the car without saying a word, and He Jingjun sat beside him, also remaining silent.

By the time they returned to the He family's old house in Baimian City, it was already the early hours of the next day.

He Jingjun was seated in the small living room, waiting for her father to come and see her. She sat in a chair, looking at the clock on the wall. The second hand ticked forward, and time seemed to slow down and stretch on in the silence.

She just kept watching from 3 a.m. until 6:30 a.m.

Mr. He got up, washed up, exercised, and had breakfast as usual. Finally, at 7:30, he walked into the small living room.

He Jingjun was about to get up to greet him, but her father stopped her, saying, "Sit down."

He's father slowly walked up to He Jingjun. Because of his old age, his muscles and skin had atrophied, and he was extremely thin. The soft, loose fabric of his clothes was loose and tattered, but his frame was still tall and imposing, like a withered yet ferocious demon, standing in front of He Jingjun.

He Jingjun thought she was no longer afraid of her father, but at this moment, she slowly raised her head and looked down into her father's cold, emotionless eyes.

The fears that had been planted in their hearts since childhood erupted uncontrollably at this moment.

Her whole body tensed up in fear, and the next second, there was a crisp "snap".

He's father raised his hand and slapped He Jingjun hard across the face. His rough, aged fingers struck her face, instantly making her cheek swell and her lips split open, bleeding.

"Idiot." He's father looked at her coldly. "Useless."

He used those two words to judge all of He Jingjun's efforts, then turned and left.

"Get out." These were the last words he said to He Jingjun that day.

He Jingjun wiped the blood from her lips, glanced at her blood-stained fingertips, calmly stood up, and walked out of the small living room. She encountered servants on the way, who all lowered their heads and avoided her when they saw her swollen cheek.

He Jingjun walked all the way to the outer courtyard.

As Mr. He grew older, he especially enjoyed tending to flowers and plants. The yard was full of garden plants that he personally cared for, and every plant was grown to be beautiful and full of life.

Kehe's father never showed patience to his children. Perhaps his eldest brother received his love, but his brother died young.

Looking back now, the He family didn't need so many people.

He Jingjun lit a cigarette and smoked half of it while looking at the beautiful flowers and trees.

She turned back to look at the small villa where her father usually lived, her gaze gradually becoming firm and indifferent.

*

He Duoye and Lin Mian stayed at the He family's house for a few days.

Lin Mian first lay in bed for two days to recover and reduce the swelling so that she could wear clothes normally. Then, she went on vacation, wandering around every day, looking at the scenery, and eating local specialties at the nearby market.

Li Mingshao bought some land and a forest from the He family. The price must have been very low, because Li Mingshao was so happy that he was almost floating on air. On the contrary, when the He family couple saw them off, they couldn't hide the pain in their eyes.

Before heading back, they had a meal with Wenya and her husband Toka in the city.

Toka has been acting strangely these past few days, like a frightened bird.

When they left the mall after dinner, he was so startled when Wen Ya took his arm that he tripped and fell.

Wenya helped him up and said softly, "Be careful, what if you get hurt?"

For some reason, Toka's face turned pale upon hearing those words.

As they walked out of the mall, Wen Ya said to Lin Mian, "See you again in a while, Miss Lin."

I've spent a lot of time with Wenya these past few days. Lin Mian asked her to call her by her name, which sounded a bit strange to Miss Lin, but Wenya just didn't change it.

After getting into the car, Lin Mian couldn't help but whisper to He Duoye, "Wen Ya and her husband seem really strange..."

He Duoye gripped the steering wheel, his tone nonchalant: "Because in her eyes, he wasn't her husband, but her possession."

Toka was never Wenya's husband or lover, but rather her toy.

Perhaps, when Toca truly loved Wenya, Wenya also truly loved him, but now, there is only a subordinate relationship between them.

Lin Mian was deeply shocked, but upon reflection, it didn't seem surprising. When she first met Wen Ya, she felt that she was dangerous, with a sinister gentleness.

Lin Mian only stopped being wary of her after discovering that she was on He Duoye's side.

"Don't trust her either," He Duoye said. "She's not on my side; she's just a temporary ally for mutual benefit."

He Duoye and Wen Ya are, in some ways, the same kind of people; they are both madmen.

However, He Duoye's madness is outwardly apparent; he's arrogant, direct, and dislikes hiding his true nature. Wen Ya, on the other hand, is mad in secret, like her outward appearance—a gentle knife.

Therefore, he and Wenya will never be friends or anything like that; they both know the other is dangerous.

While they may seem trustworthy and reliable during cooperation, you never know when they might suddenly turn on you.

In the evening, the car finally arrived at the manor. He Duoye was about to go to the casino, so only Lin Mian got out of the car.

She reached for the car door, but couldn't open it; He Duoye had locked it.

"What are you doing?" she asked, turning around.

He Duoye unbuckled his seatbelt, leaned over, and kissed Lin Mian on the back of the neck.

After the kiss, He Duoye touched Lin Mian's face and the side of her neck before saying, "Alright, let's go back."

Lin Mian: "..."

She got out of the car, stood by the roadside, watched He Duoye reverse the car, and waved as he drove the car out of the manor.

Lin Mian returned to her bedroom alone and collapsed on the sofa. Perhaps because she had gotten used to the liveliness of the past few days, she felt a little uneasy when the room suddenly became quiet.

After a moment of blankness, Lin Mian sat up, picked up her handbag, opened it, and took out a small square box from the deepest part of the bag.

Inside was the ring she had asked Sister Meizhu to secretly accompany her to buy.

It doesn't have any extravagant diamonds or special designs; it's just a very ordinary ring that you can wear casually every day.

Lin Mian hadn't found the right and natural moment to give the ring. That day, after talking to He Duoye about the wedding, she wanted to bring it up, but Li Mingshao interrupted her.

Later, every time Lin Mian saw the marks all over her body and heard her harsh words, "Don't touch me for a month," she didn't want to take it out anymore.

Otherwise, I'll definitely break my vow tonight.

Lin Mian lay on the sofa, looked at the ring, and decided to find another opportunity next time.