"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

Dressed in a wine-red satin slip dress, her snow-white skin glowing from recent comprehensive care, Qiao Fanxing gently pushed aside the straps on her shoulders. Her light purple wavy curls framed her face as she smiled enchantingly at Yun Qingqing and Bai An'ning.


"Darlings, don't be nervous, relax, let's start with the hotpot."


As soon as she spoke, Qiao Fanxing took a step towards the dining table. Without the need for any eye contact, Bai An'ning and Yun Qingqing instinctively pulled her back to the living room. They even forcefully made Qiao Fanxing sit on a single sofa without any of the luxury items.


With warm hands resting on Qiao Fanxing's shoulders, Yun Qingqing smiled gently and spoke slowly, one word at a time.


"Before we clarify things, don't even think about eating."


In her hand, Bai An'ning held a feather duster and spoke sternly.


"Honesty will be rewarded, resistance will be met with severity. Don't force me to administer house rules."


Blossoming Feelings