"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

Although Sheng Ting had no expression on his face, his slender, well-defined fingers protected the beauty's head. Otherwise, Yun Qingqing might have hit the car roof again.


Looking at the legs wrapped around his waist, shining white, Sheng Ting frowned slightly, his voice deep, "Secretary Yun, is this what you look like when you're drunk?"


Yun Qingqing immediately shook her head, "I'm not drunk."


Staring at the man's thin lips, Yun Qingqing swallowed her saliva. Hmm, this should be quite thirst-quenching!


Without waiting for Sheng Ting to speak, she leaned forward and offered her red lips. However, instead of deepening the kiss, Sheng Ting's eyebrows furrowed even more.


With her watery eyes locked onto his, Yun Qingqing moved her lips away and pouted, saying, "Mr. Shen, I'm not drunk. I just had one cocktail and a small sip of whiskey. My tolerance isn't that bad."


Heat