"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

After listening to Yun Qingqing's words, Sheng Ting's expression remained neutral. He spoke in a flat tone, "Then I'll continue to confront him in prison."


She did not doubt in her heart. She believed wholeheartedly that Sheng Ting was a man of his word.


Gently placing her slightly cold hand on his head, Yun Qingqing smiled with slightly parted lips and deliberately spoke slowly, "Brother, could you please not be so stubborn? There's room for compromise. Why fight with him in jail?"


As Yun Qingqing's small hand rested in his large palm, Sheng Ting looked at her with a hint of disdain. "Call me 'husband.'"


Yun Qingqing's face immediately flushed like a rose. "I won't! You're going to jail."


He pinched her cheek several times, and in his gaze, there was a touch of indulgence. "You heartless girl."


Addressing Him As "Husband"