Hilarious Pampered Consort: Lord I Will Wait for Your Divorce

He moved away.

She has just accurately heard the word that leaked out from that perfect lips.

He, very slowly, finished the word, from which he managed to spit only one letter. A letter „S“. „S“ as sorry not as s.n.a.t.c.h!

The beauty has already fallen down on ground.

„Pu (sound of spitting something out of mouth)!“ Qu Tang´er spewed out the mud from her mouth. Fierceness in eyes, she didn´t glare at anyone. But, she almost stared out a hole in ground.

Afterwards..........

„Why didn´t you catch me?“ She grieves, she blames, she laments, she was finished........ Why has she just had such a bad luck to actually encounter a jerk.

Mo Liancheng, with a graceful manner, gently patted down dust that flew on him because of her. This woman wasn´t as gentle and docile as she appeared on the outside. As expected, rumours aren´t trustworthy. It seems, in the future, a very exciting show was going to be played. Thus, he smiled nonchalantly and unconcernedly asked: „Have I said I was going to catch you?“

„But you also didn´t say you wouldn´t catch.“

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„As a result, you are currently on the ground.“

„.............“ She, she, she.......... had, for the first time, an urge to kill someone. Reluctantly, aching from head to feet, she slightly lifted her head up and swept her eyes on him: „This gentleman, aren´t you going to help me?“

Very soon, she experienced „hang someone to dry“.

However. She. Also. Experienced. Meeting. Someone. Who. Didn´t. Lend. A hand.

Mo Liancheng said: „You have hands and feet and apparently if you crawl up by yourself it would be even faster.“

„!!!........“ This person´s heart was, indeed, cold enough.

Qu Tang´er didn´t want to get up at present. She only wanted to kick him into a pit. So he would be familiar with p.o.o.ps (with death – p.o.o.ps and death are h.o.m.onyms).

„Ah! Why are you here, fourth miss? Master has just been looking for you.“ A group of servants hurriedly rushed out. Seeing Qu Tang´er lying on ground, they hastily helped her to get up. Afterwards, all of them embarra.s.sedly swept an eye on Mo Liancheng and then they supported her and hurried toward the direction of back door.

Mo Liancheng, with an interest, watched them hastily leaving.

Suddenly, he was a little looking forward to a moment when she saw him, her future husband. What kind of expression would appear on her face?

About half an hour pa.s.sed.

Qu Tang´er returned to the manor. She resignedly changed herself into a popular pleated skirt with pa.s.sing clouds ornamented on the side.

She was almost bound by others to the main hall.

From start to finish, she only felt she was going to become a dead fish soon. And those servants, who were constantly moving her around, presumably took her for a puppet.

From the moment she entered the main hall, she hasn´t lifted her head even once.

Just because.........the one who welcomed them with his presence, was her fiance, eighth prince Mo Liancheng.

As for how he looks like? Who cares. As long as he still looked like a human and didn´t let down the humankind then it´s enough.

„Tang´er greets father, greets big madam.“ Qu Tang´er gently bended down and made a graceful curtsy. With both of her hands put in front of her and fingers lightly placed together she displayed a pure appearance of an obedient daughter........ there was no need for her to pretend. Her outward appearance already gave people this kind of illusion.

„Tang´er, quickly, pay a respect to his eighth highness and.....“ Qu Jianglin´s imposing voice rose up.

„Yes. Tang´er pays respect to eighth highness. Unbeknownst that eight highness would come, Tang´er begs eighth highness not to blame Tang´er for being rude.“ Qu Tang´er hasn´t even waited for Qu Jianglin to finish, she right away bowed to right side where she believed Mo Liancheng´s guest of honour seat was. Like a machine she dropped the words.

Who cares if he was eighth prince or crested myna (a type of bird). Even if he was a yellow oriole, there´s nothing to say.

It´s only Qu Jianglin was lightly chiding: „You are confused. That was his fourteenth highness. His eighth highness is.....“