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

On the way back to the hotel, Lin Mian heard the beginning of He Zhengchuan's accident from Li Mingshao.

He Zhengchuan had been sleeping with women like crazy lately, hoping to have a child. He knew his father didn't really approve of him, and he couldn't compare to He Duoye in terms of ability, so he could only place his hopes on having a child.

Anyway, he's not the one who gave birth to the child, so all he has to do is enjoy himself; he doesn't lose anything in the end.

However, having slept with women too much inevitably made him less energetic than before, so the aphrodisiacs he used to take gradually lost their effectiveness. He began searching for more effective drugs, but unexpectedly, he was tricked and became addicted.

While buying this thing, he was caught red-handed by the police, and the matter was brought to the attention of Mr. He, who was so angry that he smashed a purple clay teapot.

If you get involved with this stuff, your life is ruined; you're completely rotten.

He's father was furious, while He Zhengchuan was terrified, fearing he would be beaten to death by his father. He went into hiding and disappeared without a trace, leading some to suspect that he had overdosed on drugs.

In the end, He Jingjun sent someone to find him and let his family know he was safe.

Despite the futile effort, He Zhengchuan was still bound and sent to drug rehabilitation, and he wouldn't be able to leave until He Duoye's wedding.

After hearing about He Zhengchuan's story, Lin Mian went to her hotel room.

Even though there was no one else in the room, Lin Mian still asked in a low voice, "Is He Zhengchuan's matter related to He Jingjun?"

He Duoye glanced at her and asked with interest, "Why do you think that?"

Lin Mian couldn't quite put her finger on it; it was just a gut feeling.

He Duoye became even more interested: "Then why don't you suspect me?"

Lin Mian looked at him speechlessly. What else could it be but trust? Besides, He Duoye's mother had been forcibly injected with drugs by He's father, and Lin Mian didn't think He Duoye would use that stuff to scheme against someone.

He Duoye should really hate drugs.

He Duoye does indeed hate drugs, which may have something to do with his mother, but more so with his simple aversion to something that affects people's brains.

The hotel suite's living room and bedroom both have a glass wall offering a direct view of the city's nightscape. From this vantage point, all you can see are the city's skyscrapers and bustling cityscape.

But this prosperity is limited to this small area; beyond the boundaries lie vast stretches of dilapidated buildings and slums.

Having slept too much in the car during the day, Lin Mian couldn't sleep at night. She curled up in the spacious single sofa, staring blankly at the city below.

He Duoye was handling things in the living room. When he entered the bedroom, he looked around and finally saw the slender figure sinking into the black sofa.

Lin Mian was wearing a white nightgown, her hair was loose, and her curled-up legs were white and slender, so thin that he could wrap his entire ankle with one hand.

He Duoye walked over, picked her up and lay down on the sofa with her. His hand naturally circled one of Lin Mian's legs. Her body temperature was always lower than He Duoye's, and her skin was cool and soft. He Duoye couldn't help but pinch it.

Lin Mian looked at the platinum ring on his ring finger but didn't shake off his hand.

"Did you live in this city when you were a child?" she asked.

He Duoye rarely mentions his past to Lin Mian. She only mentioned it today when Su Yan told her that He Duoye was born in Baimian City.

"More or less," He Duoye said.

Lin Mian didn't bother with his vague explanation; she went straight to her request: "I want to see the place where you lived when you were little."

He Duoye paused for a second before saying, "That's not a tourist attraction, you..."

Lin Mian immediately covered his mouth with her hand and said, "Then it's settled. We'll set off after breakfast tomorrow."

He Duoye smiled helplessly, which was considered an agreement.

Lin Mian withdrew her hand and then asked, "What kind of person is your mother?"

He Duoye touched Lin Mian's knee. When he thought of his mother now, the first image that came to mind was her lying in the hospital bed, trying to give He Duoye a strange smile.

After five years apart, my mother has become a completely different person.

Her skin had turned pale, her hair was dry and brittle, she was extremely thin, her cheeks were sunken, and her eyes appeared large and empty. When she saw He Duoye again, she did not glare angrily at her son and unleash all her negative emotions as He Duoye remembered.

Instead, she wore a cautious, ingratiating, and sickly smile.

She looked at He Duoye awkwardly and said, "Xiaoye, Mom misses you so much."

He Duoye looked at her and couldn't help but laugh.

Before this, the words his mother said to him most often were: "How could I have given birth to such a bastard like you, such a burden? Why don't you just die?"

So, that day, He Duoye walked to his mother's bedside, pulled over a chair, and sat down.

Looking at his mother's anxious and flustered face, he smiled and said, "Then you must live well, don't let me lose my mother."

He held his mother's withered hand, as if he were truly a filial son.

He looked at his mother's unfamiliar face and said, "You are very important to me. You must live well."

She must live well so that her father won't lay a hand on the people who are truly important to him.

Lin Mian shifted in his arms, her fluffy head nuzzling against He Duoye's chin. He snapped out of his daze and answered Lin Mian's question.

"A very pitiful woman."

Lin Mian looked up at He Duoye and asked, "Is she good to you?"

For He Duoye, it was neither good nor bad. There were beatings and scoldings, but she was also fed and raised. Although in the end, He Duoye was still sold to her father.

He Duoye wanted to say, "Similar to your father," but before he could finish, he changed his mind and said, "It's alright."

If he doesn't say it's okay, and admits that he has a bad relationship with his mother, Lin Mian might guess the real reason he broke up with her back then. It wasn't because his mother was coerced, but because if he didn't leave, Lin Mian might get into trouble.

He Duoye didn't want Lin Mian to feel burdened by this.

Lin Mian still had many questions. She asked He Duoye how his life was after returning to the He family.

He Duoye sighed, feeling helpless about Lin Mian's question, but he couldn't refuse to answer, otherwise she would turn on him the next second.

"Life in the He family is actually quite good."

That's half the truth.

When he was with his mother, he rarely had a full meal. After all, he was a growing boy with a big appetite and got hungry quickly, but his family didn't have enough money to buy him food.

He Duoye could only eat half a meal most of the time, and then go hungry.

Later, when he returned to the He family, he was not only able to eat his fill every day, but also go to school.

Before returning to the He family, He Duoye had only attended school intermittently for half a year. He could recognize a few characters, all thanks to his good memory and intelligence. Upon returning to the He family, his father, seeing that he was illiterate, hired a tutor to teach him.

That's when he started learning to read and write like a normal child.

For a while at first, He Duoye genuinely felt that staying in the He family was quite nice. Although his brothers and sisters didn't welcome him and his father was also quite annoying, at least he could eat his fill every meal.

But it wasn't long before he realized the deformity and danger hidden in the house.

He began to be wary of this place.

Perhaps his defensiveness made his father realize that he was out of control, so his father, in front of him, held his mother down and injected her with something.