"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

Startled, Yun Qingqing let out a startled cry.


She tried to free herself from the man's grasp, speaking sternly, "Release me. We are not acquainted yet."


But her efforts were in vain; the man's hands firmly encircled her delicate waist like an impenetrable fortress.


His slightly scorching, thin lips pressed against her snow-white, tender neck.


Her entire body trembled, and Yun Qingqing was so nervous that she tightly shut her eyes.


She could feel the man's kiss on her neck, not rough but surprisingly gentle. Nevertheless, she was filled with fear.


As for Sheng Ting, who held her in his arms, how could he not sense her anxiety?


He moved his lips away from her neck and brushed them against her ear, asking knowingly, "Why are you trembling?"


With great difficulty, Yun Qingqing managed to find her voice, which was now hoarse. "You, you promised to give me time to prepare. And I must remind you that my aunt hasn't left yet. You, you mustn't behave worse than a savage."


The Savage Man