"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

As Yun Qingqing watched Sheng Ting don the white T-shirt, she couldn't help but unconsciously swallow her saliva. The white knight from the fairy tales could hardly match the elegance of Sheng Ting. She suddenly felt that assisting Sheng Ting in choosing his clothes had its rewards.


Glancing towards her, the man's hand rested on his trousers. With a straightened posture, Yun Qingqing appeared resolute, brimming with confidence. However, just as the man's hand began to move, Yun Qingqing immediately turned around. Although she didn't want to be so timid, her body seemed overly sincere.


Sheng Ting's melodious voice echoed behind her. "Am I to assume that you'd dare to watch if I undressed?"


Yun Qingqing stamped her foot, raising her voice. "I'm afraid of witnessing something unsightly that would haunt my dreams at night."


An offended Sheng Ting responded with silence.


Her Body Was Too Honest