The Eternal Love (The Original Work)

He moved away, and the perfect word that spilled from his lips was a slow continuation of the one word he had just spoken, "apology," as in sorry! Not "hold"! The beauty had already fallen to the ground. "Pfft!" Qu Tan'er spat out the dirt from her mouth, her beautiful eyes showing a fierce glint. She didn't glare at anyone but almost pierced a hole in the ground with her eyes. Then... "Why didn't you catch me just now?" she lamented, she resented, she grieved, she pitied herself... How unlucky she was to meet such a bastard of a man. Mo Liancheng gracefully brushed off the dust that had fallen on him because of her. This woman was not as gentle as she appeared to be; rumors were indeed untrustworthy. It seemed that the drama in the future would be quite exciting. So, he smiled indifferently and asked casually, "Did I say I would catch you?" "But you also didn't say you wouldn't catch me." "So, now you are on the ground." "..." She, she, she had the urge to kill someone for the first time. Helpless, her whole body ached as if she were dying, and she slightly lifted her head, her gaze sweeping over him: "Sir, don't you have the courtesy to help me up?" Quickly, she realized he wouldn't rescue her in an emergency. But, refusing to help her up after she had fallen, she also, was, seeing, for, the, first, time. Mo Liancheng said, "You have hands and feet, getting up on your own would be quicker." "!!!..." Indeed, this man's heart was cold enough. Qu Tan'er now didn't want to get up, she just wanted to kick him into a latrine, so he could die close to the "shit" (dead). "Ah, Fourth Miss, why are you here? The master is looking for you." A group of servants rushed out in a hurry. Seeing Qu Tan'er lying on the ground, they quickly helped her up, and each one glanced sheepishly at Mo Liancheng before taking her back towards the rear door. Mo Liancheng watched them leave with great interest. Suddenly, he looked forward to seeing what kind of expression she would have when she saw him as her future husband in a bit. About an hour later. Qu Tan'er returned to the mansion and resignedly changed into a fashionable pleated skirt with flowing cloud patterns. She was almost carried to the main hall. From start to finish, she only felt like a dead fish, and those servants moving around her probably thought she was a puppet. From the moment she was about to enter the main hall, she hadn't lifted her head. Only because... the person who graced them with his presence today was her fiancé, the Eighth Prince, Mo Liancheng. As for what he looked like? Who cared, as long as he looked human enough and was not an eyesore. "Tan'er greets father and Madam." Qu Tan'er lowered her head and eyes gracefully and made a salute. Then she placed her hands in front of her, her ten fingers lightly touching each other, posing as a perfect obedient girl... No need to pretend, her appearance naturally gave this impression to others. "Tan'er, hurry and greet the Eighth Prince and..." Qu Jianglin's authoritative voice sounded. "Yes, Tan'er greets the Eighth Prince. I apologize for not welcoming you properly today, and I hope the Eighth Prince does not find me discourteous." Before Qu Jianglin could finish, Qu Tan'er automatically stepped to what she thought was the guest seat on Mo Liancheng's right and mechanically recited her words. Whether he was the Eighth Grand Prince or the Eighth Brother (a kind of bird), it didn't matter to her, nor did she care if he were an oriole. However, Qu Jianglin lightly scolded again, "Foolish, that is the Fourteenth Prince. The Eighth Prince is..."