"If you donate a kidney to Wanwan, I'll have a kid with you."
The husband she had married to for two years who never touched her, was suddenly willing to have a child with her. However, he insisted that she must donate a kidney to the woman he was having an affair with?
A man like this—was there any point in not divorcing and leaving him to directly meet the maker?
Yun Qingqing decisively divorced, and everyone was eagerly waiting to see her downfall.
Ex-husband: "Within three days, she'll definitely come back begging me to reconcile."
Stepsister: "A grass widow like her, even a beggar might not fancy. It's absolutely impossible for her to marry into an elite family again."
Walking hand in hand with the Seventh Master Sheng, who was her ex-husband's arch-nemesis, as well as the man her stepsister most desired to marry among the Nan City's elite heirs, Yun Qingqing smiled and handed them the wedding invitation.
This second marriage not only outshone the first, but Yun Qingqing also stepped onto the stage that the entire world was watching, holding a concert attended by tens of thousands of people, becoming the brightest star in the music industry.
Watching his ex-wife radiate with brilliance, Lu Yanchen regretted his past actions and entered full "simp" mode.
The Seventh Master Sheng, who had absolutely nothing to fear, pressed Yun Qingqing against his chest. Lightly caressing her slender waist, his voice so tender it was unlike himself.
"Baby, can you kiss me again?"
"Baby, I can't sleep without holding you."
"Baby, as long as you don't divorce, I'd even give my life to you..."

My Ex-Husband's Arch-Enemy in Love with Me

They were so close, too close for comfort. Yun Qingqing quickly stepped back, but soon found herself pressed against the desk with nowhere to retreat. She glared at Sheng Ting, saying, "Yes, I'm quite angry. I was sleeping peacefully when you woke me up to make coffee. Anyone would be upset. I'm not your servant, after all."


"Well, that's more like it," she retorted.


However, Yun Qingqing was still upset. More than the overtime pay, she wished Sheng Ting would take better care of his health. Without his protection, she would be at the mercy of Lu Yanchen.


Raising her gaze, she met the deep, intense eyes of the man before her, and her heart skipped a beat. "You, you shouldn't stand so close," she stammered.


A lone man and a single woman together – it was a dangerous situation. Especially when Sheng Ting was a paragon of looks and physique.


I Miss You So Much