"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

"I've never seen you before. I don't know you," Sheng Ting not only interrupted the police officer but also cast a chilling and intimidating look in his direction. Even Yun Qingqing, sitting next to him, couldn't help but shiver involuntarily, not to mention the officer standing before them.


"Sorry, I must have mistaken you for someone else," the officer quickly replied and returned to his seat at lightning speed.


It took Yun Qingqing a while to recover from her trembling. She turned her head slowly and looked at Sheng Ting. "Did you intentionally prevent him from finishing his sentence? He didn't mistake the person, did he?"


Without uttering a word, Sheng Ting gave her a cold and indifferent glance before resuming his email responses on his phone.


Yun Qingqing felt like she was suspended in mid-air, unable to move up or down. "..."


However, she knew deep down that no matter how much she asked, it wouldn't matter if Sheng Ting didn't want to answer.


He Didn't Mistake the Person, Did He?