"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

Yun Qingqing's eyes widened, and she instinctively wanted to refuse. But she immediately remembered that she and Sheng Ting were officially married now.


Sitting on the couch, her face blushed slightly as she tightly held her hands together.


"Didn't we agree that you'd give me some time to prepare mentally and physically?"


Approaching Yun Qingqing, Sheng Ting leaned down. His large hands, with prominent knuckles, rested on the armrest of the couch. His posture seemed to encompass Yun Qingqing entirely.


His lips, slightly cool, brushed against her earlobe. He deliberately slowed down his speech, his voice deep.


Instantly, Yun Qingqing's blush deepened from a slight pink to a rosy shade.


Without being too pushy, Sheng Ting straightened up.


Then, he sat down next to Yun Qingqing and gently pinched her cheek before speaking in a low voice.


Tonight is the Wedding Night