"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

Shivering, Yun Qingqing didn't dare to look at Sheng Ting. How could she have known that Sheng Ting had come here intentionally? It had to be said that Sheng Ting had real leadership qualities. Even if it was a red carpet event, Sheng Ting's extraordinary looks could easily have been the showstopper at the end.


The host had already taken the stage, delivering some pleasantries. Yun Qingqing was sitting very close to Sheng Ting, and she leaned towards him, speaking softly into his ear.


"Mr. Sheng, I thought you didn't check WeChat?"


Sheng Ting spoke ominously, "I happened to see it. You just wait for me."


Of course, there was no "happened to" in this case. Sheng Ting had set Yun Qingqing as a special contact, meaning he still didn't check WeChat messages but deliberately looked at the ones Yun Qingqing sent.


You Can Punish Me However You Want