"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

How wonderful it would be if invisibility magic truly existed in this world!


Yun Qingqing tightly held onto Sheng Ting, and she truly had no face to meet Sheng Zhenghua. She unilaterally declared that Sheng Ting was one of the most shameless people in the world, bar none.


Sheng Zhenghua was furious. "This is my office! Could you two have some decency?"


Yun Qingqing inwardly cried out, "Exactly, can't Sheng Ting have some decency?"


Wuwuwu! Her face was thin, and from now on, whenever she saw Sheng Zhenghua, she would take a detour.


After getting up from the couch while still holding Yun Qingqing, Sheng Ting took big strides and deliberately stopped when passing by Sheng Zhenghua.


Yun Qingqing was so nervous that she felt breathless, thinking she might faint.


Sheng Ting's clear and deep voice sounded above her head.


"I don't care about my reputation; I only want her."


Before Sheng Zhenghua had a chance to speak, Sheng Ting, holding Yun Qingqing, left gracefully.


Just Didn't Kiss Enough