"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

Even though there were clothes between them, Yun Qingqing reacted swiftly, raising her hand to slap Sheng Ting. However, the man was even quicker and more agile, and he had already seized her wrist. With just one hand, he easily restrained both her hands.


Yun Qingqing glared at Sheng Ting, her face turning crimson. "You... you..."


The man silenced her with a kiss. Although Yun Qingqing's eyes widened in surprise, her mind went blank. She didn't know how much time had passed, but just as she was getting dizzy and beginning to lack oxygen, the man finally ended the kiss.


At first, the man was undoubtedly domineering, but as it went on, he became gentler. Forget struggling and resisting; she couldn't even breathe properly. Like a gentle stream, Yun Qingqing nestled softly in the man's arms, trying to adjust her breathing.


This time, unlike when Sheng Ting had been drunk, she didn't feel humiliated. Annoyingly, she even found it a bit sweet.


Qingqing, Give Me a Good-Morning Kiss