"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 felt like her ears were going to get pregnant, and she still found herself inexplicably soft all over. Help! She was supposed to be angry, but Sheng Ting was sporting a face that could make anyone's heart skip a beat. And he was using that deep and husky voice, almost lethally seductive, to ask for a kiss...


She managed to wrestle her hand free from his grasp, and then Yun Qingqing covered her ears. If she didn't listen, she wouldn't be tempted by Sheng Ting. She was here to settle the score with him, not to kiss this jerk.


Seeing Yun Qingqing's reaction, Sheng Ting raised the corner of his mouth slightly. His cool hand gently lifted the chin of this enchanting woman, and his warm, soft lips lightly pressed against her rosy ones.


Yun Qingqing's large watery eyes were filled with reluctance. She softly murmured, "You..."


Seizing the opportunity, he deepened the kiss.


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