"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

Yun Qingqing blinked her eyes several times, struggling to control herself and not unleash her lion's roar. She had kissed him five times, and only then did Sheng Ting say it didn't count. This was going too far. Yun Qingqing had no desire to kiss that scoundrel Sheng Ting; she just wanted to bite him.


Being so close, Yun Qingqing discovered that she couldn't stare at Sheng Ting's face; it was too bewitching. She wanted to reject Sheng Ting's five votes and leave gracefully. However, she thought, what if she ended up missing only four votes for the second place? That would surely leave her unable to eat or sleep.


With gritted teeth and clenched fists, Yun Qingqing decided to endure it. She focused on Sheng Ting's forehead, avoiding his face at all costs. "Speak up! Where do you want to be kissed?"


Lightly biting her earlobe, the man's voice sounded huskier than usual. "First, help me unbutton my shirt."


Yun Qingqing, who had frozen in place: "…"


A Truly Beguiling Little Enchantress