"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 successfully sending the email, Mr. Sheng casually placed the tablet on the dining table. He lifted his gaze, looking coldly and deeply at Yun Qingqing.


Immediately, Yun Qingqing got up and, while walking away, mumbled somewhat unclearly, "You can continue to fasten it if you want."


It's unclear who gave her the courage to smear her oily hand on Mr. Sheng's face and unbutton his shirt. Just as she left the dining room, she was blocked by Mr. Sheng, who had both hands in front of him. He asked her in a calm tone, "Where are you going?"


Swallowing hard, Yun Qingqing cautiously replied, "To the bathroom."


Mr. Sheng nodded slightly and said, "Let's go together."


Yun Qingqing, whose pupils dilated in surprise, stammered, "..."


Without giving her a chance to refuse, Mr. Sheng carried her upstairs to their bedroom.


"Mr. Sheng, I..." Yun Qingqing's words were cut off as she was forced into the bathroom.


Can You Help Me Clean Up?