"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

Upon seeing Sheng Ting, Yun Qingqing hastily pulled up the thin blanket, concealing herself completely. Subsequently, she quickly exited Weibo and placed her phone on the bedside table. Sheng Ting observed her actions but refrained from comment, instead heading directly into the dressing room. Yun Qingqing feigned sleep by shutting her eyes tightly because she did not wish to rush into anything with Sheng Ting.


It was unclear how much time had passed, but Yun Qingqing had not yet fallen asleep. As she lay there lost in thought, the man settled into the space beside her. She purposely turned to the side, keeping her back to Sheng Ting to avoid revealing her ruse. However, without needing to see her facial expression, Sheng Ting was well aware that she was feigning slumber.


Qingqing, Just Give Me a Kiss