"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

It must be her eyes playing tricks on her, making her see it wrong. How could the contracts that Sheng Ting asked her to sign possibly be marriage contracts?


Sitting back in the chair behind her, Yun Qingqing rubbed her eyes several times before looking at the two contracts again. It was indeed a marriage contract. She hadn't seen it wrong. But she felt like she was in a dream, so she pinched her arm. Ouch. It wasn't a dream, but it felt more absurd than one.


With great effort, Yun Qingqing found her voice, which was now hoarse. "You want to marry me?"


Pausing his work, Sheng Ting looked at Yun Qingqing and nodded. "Yes."


Yun Qingqing suddenly stood up and looked down at Sheng Ting. "Why? This isn't logical. I just got divorced, so marrying again would make it a second marriage. Saying it out loud, even regular people would find it unseemly, not to mention someone like you, the heir to a wealthy family."
