"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

Without giving Yun Qingqing a chance to refuse, Lu Yanchen hung up the phone. It took Yun Qingqing a moment to realize that the "96 Café" mentioned by Lu Yanchen was located next to the Lu Group, not the Sheng Group.


This scoundrel had no consideration at all. He asked her to meet him in the middle of the day, and she had to take a taxi to meet him. Well, she wouldn't show up, not at 12:30, not at 1:30, not at 2:30, or anytime at all.


Feeling irritated, Yun Qingqing ran her fingers through her hair. Something didn't feel right. Lu Yanchen's appearance last night at the Starry River Bar couldn't have been a coincidence.


The more she thought about it, the more she believed that Lu Yanchen had tampered with her drink last night. Fortunately, she had only taken a sip of whiskey, and Sheng Lord had been at the Starry River too. Otherwise, she might have been taken away by Lu Yanchen, and the consequences would have been unimaginable.


This is Your Last Chance