"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

Hearing Sheng Baozhu's voice, Yun Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief. She had been so afraid that it was Sheng Ting coming for her. Last night had been a nightmare for her, and her lips were still hurting from it.


During dinner just now, she had been worried that Baozhu might get scared, but luckily, she hadn't.


As she opened the door, Yun Qingqing saw Baozhu's smiling face, with her dimples and bright eyes, and her heart felt like it was melting. What should she do? She wanted to pinch Baozhu's cheeks.


However, the pain from her lips reminded her to control herself.


Baozhu didn't intend to enter her room; she handed Yun Qingqing a light brown envelope.


"Fairy Sister, this is a love letter from my daddy to you."


Yun Qingqing froze, her whole being in disbelief. No, no, no, she couldn't believe that Sheng Ting would write her a love letter. The passionate words from last night, calling her "Qiao," were still ringing in her ears!


Still Hurting