"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

With her eyes slightly reddened, Yun Qingqing, who was afraid, interrupted Sheng Ting. "I'm willing to step aside to make way for you two. Please, don't silence me."


Sheng Ting furrowed his brows lightly and asked, "What do you mean by that?"


Struggling to swallow her saliva, Yun Qingqing choked out her words. "I understand that you and Lu Yanchen are the real couple, and our marriage was just a cover-up."


After hearing her words, Sheng Ting raised his hand and shook her head several times. Then he asked her, "What's going on in that head of yours?"


Yun Qingqing replied with a hint of grievance, "On the left, it's water, on the right, it's flour. After your shaking, now it's all mush. So, Mr. Sheng, please don't test my intelligence anymore. Just say what you have to say."


Sheng Ting's tone remained indifferent. "You do have some self-awareness."


The Hasty Kiss