Simon Min caught the man rushing toward them by the arm.
In a single smooth motion, he twisted the wrist, wrenched the beer bottle free, and held it himself.
With his other hand, he locked the man’s arm behind his back.
“Ah—ah! My arm! It’s breaking!” the man howled, face twisted in agony.
Simon’s obsidian eyes glinted with cold, lethal sharpness.
The flashing lights from the bar flickered across his chiseled features—
half in shadow, half in brilliance—
like a predator poised to crush his prey’s throat.
“Take one more step,” he warned the others evenly,
“and his arm snaps.”
The group froze.
“Who the hell are you?” the blond leader barked.
“What business is this of yours?”
Simon’s lips curved into a faint, arrogant smile.
His tone was calm—yet dangerous enough to chill the blood.
“Because,” he said slowly, “I’m her fiancé.”
The blond man blinked, thrown off guard.
Fiancé? He had assumed she was alone.
And looking at Simon’s aura—sharp, commanding, unmistakably dangerous—
he knew better than to test him.
“Fine! Just… let my buddy go,” the man mumbled. “We’re done here.”
Simon shoved the captive forward.
The man stumbled, crashing into his friends, clutching his shoulder and groaning in pain.
“Get lost,” Simon said flatly.
The edge in his voice made even the bystanders shrink back.
The group hurriedly helped their injured friend up and bolted for the exit.
Without another word, Simon took Vivian Wen by the arm and led her out of the bar.

Outside, the wind had picked up, rustling through the trees.
Leaves swirled through the air under the heavy, low sky.
Vivian leaned weakly against Simon’s shoulder, her delicate frame trembling slightly.
The wind lifted strands of her hair, brushing them against her flushed cheeks and pale lips.
There was something fragile—almost heartbreakingly beautiful—about her.
She tilted her head up, gazing at the man beside her—
his sharp jawline, the bridge of his nose, the restrained power of his thin lips.
“Mr. Min…” her voice was soft, slurred with alcohol.
“Am I dreaming?”
He had left earlier that night—why was he here now?
Simon lowered his eyes. His voice was quiet, carrying a rare tenderness.
“I couldn’t leave you alone.”
Just then, headlights swept across the pavement.
A car stopped beside them, and Henry Zhang stepped out.
He had never seen his boss holding a woman so carefully. Shock flickered in his eyes.
“Miss Wen, are you all right?” he asked.
“She’s drunk,” Simon replied simply, guiding Vivian into the back seat and closing the door.
“Where to, boss?” Henry asked, glancing through the mirror.
Simon turned to the woman resting limply against him.
“Where do you live? I’ll take you home.”
Vivian murmured, her voice barely intelligible.
“I don’t wanna go home… don’t want to…”
Simon sighed quietly.
Henry hesitated. “Then, uh, sir—should I…?”
“Go to the downtown apartment,” Simon said.
As the car moved through the dimly lit streets,
Vivian’s soft body leaned into him, her head resting in the crook of his neck.
Her breath brushed warm against his skin.
One hand clutched his shoulder; the curve of her body pressed against his chest.
“Don’t move,” he muttered through clenched teeth.
But she didn’t stop.
The faint fragrance of her perfume, the warmth of her skin—
his control frayed.
Vivian, lost in her drunken haze, nuzzled closer.
“Mr. Min… you smell so familiar.
Have we met before?”
Her eyes shimmered with drunken innocence,
her lips soft and parted—dangerously inviting.
“And… how did you know about the birthmark on my neck?”
Simon’s eyes darkened.
He leaned closer, his breath cool against her ear.
“Because,” he whispered, “I’ve seen it.”
“Too hot…” she murmured, shifting restlessly.
Her fingers fumbled at her neckline, tugging the dress down.
Simon’s pulse jumped. He caught her wrists,
throwing a sharp glare toward the driver’s seat.
Henry immediately turned his eyes away, coughing awkwardly.
“Look again,” Simon warned, “and don’t bother coming in tomorrow.”
Henry froze. “Y-yes, sir!”
He kept his eyes glued to the road.
The car soon pulled into Riverside Court,
an exclusive apartment complex in the heart of the city—one of Simon’s private properties.
Vivian was completely out cold.
Simon scooped her up effortlessly, carrying her inside through the quiet lobby.