"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 was truly in a hurry, her shouts almost breaking her breath. However, Sheng Ting showed no intention of leaving. She gasped heavily, teetering on the brink of collapse.


Tears welled up in Yun Qingqing's eyes and trickled down her face. "Mr. Sheng, please, hurry and leave. I'll be fine... Ugh..."


The girl in the light green sportswear promptly covered Yun Qingqing's mouth and gave her a fierce look, a warning not to utter a word. Otherwise, they wouldn't be responsible for what might happen. The girl in the brown sportswear stared at Sheng Ting and said solemnly, "I'll give you three more seconds. Either your arm hits the ground, or hers does."


Unable to speak, Yun Qingqing could only shake her head vigorously at Sheng Ting. She couldn't care less if the knife at her neck might hurt her.


In Yun Qingqing's mind, there was only one thought: she must not let Sheng Ting cut off his arm.


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