"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's face turned crimson as she shielded herself with her hands, glaring at Sheng Ting.


"Why are you suddenly acting so rogue?"


Sheng Ting's warm hand gently caressed her smooth back. His thin lips curled into a half-smile, a look of amusement in his eyes.


"You helped me dry my hair and gave me a massage, isn't it because you wanted..."


Yun Qingqing's warm hand covered Sheng Ting's mouth, and her face turned so red it seemed like it might start bleeding.


"Don't get any funny ideas. I just wanted to ask you something."


Sheng Ting remained expressionless and nodded.


Yun Qingqing was feeling uncomfortable all over, and goosebumps covered her skin.


Not being rude, Sheng Ting moved his hand from her back to her clothes.


With a cold and clear tone, he asked her, "Are you going to do it yourself, or should I help you?"


Yun Qingqing's eyes widened in shock. How could this man become more presumptuous by the minute?


The Beauty Scheme