"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

Upon reading the brief message from Sheng Ting, the temperature on Yun Qingqing's face rapidly soared. Fortunately, Bai An'ning was still pondering the previous question and hadn't noticed her.


After a heated exchange of text messages, Yun Qingqing replied to Sheng Ting, "What should we do, then?"


Sheng Ting almost instantly responded, taking a deep breath before Yun Qingqing dared to look at his reply, which read, "Goodnight kiss, my love."


Her eyes widened with surprise, and Yun Qingqing swiftly retorted, "Your punishment just now was much more intense than a goodnight kiss. I'm still sore! No need to respond, you scoundrel."


Yun Qingqing thought Sheng Ting would show some dignity and refrain from replying. Therefore, when her phone rang with a voice call from him, she nearly threw her phone in surprise.


A Goodnight Kiss for You, My Beloved