"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

The two gentlemen in the car looked at it for a moment before they realized what Yun Qingqing had taken out of her handbag was a compact powder.


Xu Lin was the first to speak up, "Madam, if you want to attend to the CEO's wound, why did you take out a compact powder?"


Hearing this, Yun Qingqing instantly understood that Xu Lin was still a single man. Blushing, she cleared her throat and said, "Assistant Xu, this isn't exactly a wound! It just needs to be covered up with some powder."


Holding the powder puff, she smiled warmly at Sheng Ting and said, "CEO, please don't move; it'll be done in a moment."


Sheng Ting grasped her wrist firmly and spoke coldly, "Put it away."


Blinking her eyes several times, Yun Qingqing spoke with determination, "CEO, you can trust my makeup skills. I can cover it up."


The man looked at her with eyes as cold as ice. "No."


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