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

He Duoye did not deny it. He grabbed Lin Mian's hand and said jokingly, "You have such sharp eyes, you even noticed that."

Lin Mian broke free from He Duoye's hand and lifted his clothes.

Underneath the windbreaker was a black T-shirt. Lifting it up, Lin Mian saw a band of white gauze, with a faint hint of blood showing through near her waist.

Lin Mian looked at the bright red gauze, wanting to touch it, but afraid of hurting the wound.

He Duoye took her hand, his palm was warm, and he squeezed her fingers tightly: "It's just a cut from a knife, a flesh wound. Don't look at me like I'm going to die. I won't let you be a widow."

Lin Mian wanted to punch him a couple of times, but considering that he was injured, she just held his hand instead.

She asked, "How did you get injured?"

He Duoye gave a brief explanation: during a conflict with He Zhengchuan, he was accidentally touched by a knife. He Zhengchuan has always been brainless, and after taking drugs, he became even more stupid. With He Jingjun's provocation, he led his men forward as if they were on drugs.

Then a conflict broke out between them.

He Duoye concluded, "That's it."

Of course, there was some bloodshed and some people died during this conflict.

Lin Mian asked, "Then how did your father die?"

He Duoye gripped the steering wheel, his eyes filled with coldness: "It's He Jingjun. She switched the blood pressure medication to a blood pressure-raising one. Once the incident at the banquet happens and the blood pressure spikes, that old man will collapse immediately."

Lin Mian suddenly felt a chill, like watching a melodramatic horror movie: "And then she falsely accused you of switching the medication?"

He Duoye chuckled: "Otherwise, would there be a better scapegoat than me?"

Come to think of it, everyone knows that He Duoye acts madly and has a bad relationship with his father, so everyone would think that he is capable of doing something like patricide.

Moreover, the attack on the He family on the day of the banquet was related to He Duoye, and it seems that he was the best murderer to kill He's father.

Lin Mian began to feel wronged and speechless on He Duoye's behalf.

After driving for half an hour through the muddy and slippery mountain forest, the car finally reached a relatively flat dirt road.

Lin Mian took a deep breath, mentally encouraging herself, and unbuckled her seatbelt, saying, "Let's switch seats, I'll drive."

Although she had never driven a car after getting her driver's license, she passed her driving test (Part 3) on her first try. Moreover, her instructor had the students take turns driving to the test center during class, so she had some experience.

The roads in the mountains were muddy and complicated, so Lin Mian didn't dare to drive, but she believed she could handle this normal road. Even if something unexpected happened, He Duoye was there, and Lin Mian trusted he could handle it.

He Duoye slowed down and asked, "Are you alright?"

Not wanting his words to shatter her inflated confidence, Lin Mian said with a straight face, "Don't worry, if we get into a car accident, we'll die together."

He Duoye chuckled, stopped the car, and switched seats with Lin Mian.

The journey ahead may be long, and he really can't drive the whole way by himself.

Lin Mian sat in the driver's seat, gripped the steering wheel, and recalled what he had learned in driving school. Fortunately, this was a remote mountain area, so there was no need to worry about traffic rules, and there were no difficult reverse parking maneuvers.

As long as she can drive the car smoothly on the road, that's fine.

"It's not difficult," Lin Mian thought to herself. "Not difficult at all."

She gripped the steering wheel, pressed the accelerator, and the car slowly moved forward, gradually accelerating as it drove along the flooded dirt road.

Once you get the hang of it, it's not complicated or difficult at all; you just need to be careful and focused.

After driving along a dirt road for a while, she turned in the direction He Duoye pointed out and got onto a cement highway, which was much easier to drive on. The rain had also stopped, and the view was clear, unaffected by the weather.

Lin Mian's confidence surged, and she said, "You go take a nap, I can drive it myself."

He Duoye leaned back in his seat, relaxing: "Then who will give you directions?"

Lin Mian had forgotten about it; she didn't have her phone with navigation.

As darkness fell, Lin Mian's feet were getting sore from pressing the accelerator and brake pedals. He Duoye switched places with her and then relayed the conversation back to Lin Mian.

"You should get some sleep. I'm the one who can drive by myself."

Lin Mian: "..."

If he hadn't been driving, she would have definitely hit him.

The smooth cement road slowly turned into a broken dirt road again, the car bumped and jolted, and the passengers swayed precariously. Lin Mian looked worriedly at He Duoye's injured abdomen; this swaying was bound to aggravate the wound...

Just then, lights and figures appeared at the dark intersection ahead.

It was already completely dark, and the cars with their headlights on were even more noticeable. The figures over there had already noticed the approaching car and were gradually gathering at the intersection.

He Duoye gripped the steering wheel with one hand and pulled a gun from under the seat with the other. He said, "If a fight breaks out later, hide down and don't look up."

Lin Mian sensed tension and danger. She gripped the seatbelt and kept her eyes fixed on the figures in front of her.

It turned out to be a group of women, some of them holding children. They stopped the car. He Duoye rolled down the window, and the middle-aged woman at the head of the group walked over and spoke in a heavily accented local dialect.

Lin Mian couldn't understand, and just tensed up nervously.

He Duoye then turned his head and said, "Give them the money; it's in the glove box."

Lin Mian opened the box, and sure enough, there were some loose change inside. She took it all out and handed it over.

The middle-aged woman took the money and then led her men away, allowing He Duoye's car to pass through the intersection.

He Duoye threw the gun into the armrest box. His face was expressionless, but he drove the car even faster than before.

Lin Mian vaguely guessed: "Will those people betray our whereabouts?"

"Not necessarily, maybe not." He Duoye said, his expression suddenly softening. He reached out and patted Lin Mian's head. "You should get some sleep first, so you can take over later."

In this state, Lin Mian couldn't sleep at all, unable to control the delusions of impending doom running through her mind. But she still kept her eyes closed, trying her best to rest.

They will drive all night tonight. He Duoye said before that if all goes well, they will arrive at their destination by dawn.

But things didn't go smoothly at all.

Two hours after leaving the intersection, they were ambushed by people hiding in the woods on the road near the mountains.

Just as Lin Mian was about to suggest a shift change, a bullet suddenly hit the car window, shattering the bulletproof glass and embedding the bullet right in the middle.

The next instant, a dense hail of bullets came flying at the car, like someone setting off firecrackers around it. The gunfire was so intense and continuous that it almost made people stop breathing.

This was the first time Lin Mian had encountered such a situation, and she instinctively tried to dodge downwards, but she forgot about her seatbelt.

While controlling the car, He Duoye reached out and pressed down on the back of Lin Mian's head, making her body lower down.

Bullets continued to strike the car, but thankfully it was bulletproof; the glass cracked but didn't shatter. The wheels spun rapidly, and the accelerator was floored. Suddenly, an explosion rang out, and a towering flash of light filled the sky, sending the speeding car flying high into the air.