"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

"You can't eat the braised pork," Yun Qingqing said, hastily picking up her chopsticks to try and take away the piece of braised pork that Sheng Ting was about to eat. However, she was no match for him at all. Watching him finish the entire piece of braised pork, Yun Qingqing kicked him in frustration.


Putting down her chopsticks, Sheng Ting looked at Yun Qingqing with a somewhat icy gaze. "Miss Yun, we are just in a business partnership."


The implication of his words was for Yun Qingqing not to interfere so much. Without any fear, Yun Qingqing met Sheng Ting's gaze with anger in her eyes.


She said fiercely, "Just because we have a business partnership, does that mean I have to take care of you when you're not feeling well?"


Picking up her chopsticks again, this time Sheng Ting targeted the pickled fish. He spoke indifferently, "There's no need for you to trouble yourself with taking care of me, Miss Yun."


Here's a Kiss for You