"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

Looking at what Xin Xia held in her hand, Yun Qingqing's pupils dilated, and she exclaimed with shock on her face, "This is An'ning's phone! How did it end up under the bed?"


Xin Xia wore a serious expression on her face. "Madam, it seems there's something suspicious about this. An'ning's parents may not have told us the truth."


"Yes, they're lying. We need to find out what happened," Yun Qingqing replied with determination.


Yun Qingqing picked up the charger placed next to the pillow and handed it to Xin Xia. After charging the phone with a power bank, as Yun Qingqing had expected, the phone was still functioning; it had simply shut down due to a dead battery.


With cold hands and feet, Yun Qingqing asked, "Xiaxia, what if something has happened to An'ning?"


"Madam, please don't worry. After all, they are An'ning's parents; they shouldn't harm her," Xin Xia comforted her.


Very Dependent on Him