"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

With her legs pinned down by a man, Yun Qingqing found herself powerless to resist. Tears welled up in her eyes, and this humiliation made her want to send Sheng Ting straight to jail.


Sensing her tears, the man stopped. In an instant, his eyes were filled with pain.


Yun Qingqing's lips were aching, and her crying intensified.


The man gently wiped away the tears on her face, but there was no hint of romance, only anger.


There was a huge difference in strength, and she couldn't push Sheng Ting away. She bit down hard on his chest, thinking that if she hurt him, he would let her go. But she tasted blood in her mouth, and Sheng Ting didn't let go, not even uttering a sound.


It was Yun Qingqing who eventually released her grip because her teeth were hurting. The man muttered softly in her ear, "You little devil."


Red and Swollen