Simon Min placed the fried eggs on a plate and said calmly, “Nothing much happened, it’s just that some people kept holding onto me and wouldn’t let go.”

Vivian Wen’s mind went blank; she almost fainted.

It seemed her memory was true, and the worst part was that she had started it.

“Um, I drank too much last night, and my body wasn’t quite under control…” Vivian Wen was incredibly embarrassed, feeling like she couldn’t clear her name no matter what.

Simon Min carried two breakfasts, walked past her, placed the trays on the table, and pulled out a chair to sit down.

“Come on, eat.”

Vivian Wen said “Okay,” and obediently sat down opposite him.

The man before her had his eyes lowered indifferently. His eyelids were deep, like a bold stroke of the Creator’s ink, perfectly placed. He slowly cut food and put it into his mouth, exuding an air of asceticism in every gesture.

It was as if nothing had happened last night.

Vivian Wen cleared her throat, scrutinizing his expression, and asked tentatively, “Mr. Min, we didn’t…we didn’t go all the way last night, did we?”

Simon Min lifted his eyelids to look at her, his dark eyes flashing with an unfathomable light. He suddenly let out a sneer. “Even if we did go all the way, so what?”

Haven’t they already gone all the way many times before?

“This…it’s not good, after all, we’ve only known each other for a short time,” Vivian Wen stammered, looking down.

“But we got engaged last night. Now, I’m your fiancé.”

Vivian Wen looked up in astonishment, meeting Simon Min’s deep gaze.

Simon Min continued eating his breakfast, appearing nonchalant, while Vivian Wen was utterly bewildered. Was he…trying to blackmail her? “Mr. Min, don’t joke around. That was all an act to embarrass my fiancé,” Vivian Wen laughed.

Simon Min’s face darkened. “You mean, I’m not as good as your fiancé?”

Vivian Wen facepalmed. Ryan Lu was no match for Mr. Min in terms of looks or character, but that wasn’t the real issue.

“Or are you saying you think I’m too poor? So even though we’re engaged, you’re going to turn your back on me?” Simon Min looked up at her.

“No, no,” Vivian Wen denied immediately, not even considering that possibility.

Mr. Min was handsome, had a great physique, and could cook. Aside from not being rich, he was flawless. But they didn’t know each other well enough; she didn’t even know his name.

Vivian Wen said, “Mr. Min, you’re very kind, but we don’t know each other at all, not even… not even friends, let alone an engagement.”

Simon Min remained noncommittal, putting the last piece of food in his mouth, wiping his hands with a napkin, looking like a dazzling aristocrat from a movie, impossible to look away from.

He looked at the plate in front of Vivian Wen, “Why aren’t you eating? Is it not to your liking?”

Vivian Wen wasn’t refusing to eat; she had simply forgotten all about it. She finally picked up her knife and fork, cut a piece of fried egg, and put it in her mouth. The fried egg had a wonderful blend of milky and cheesy flavors, so delicious that her eyes involuntarily widened.

“It’s absolutely delicious!” Vivian Wen looked at Simon Min in surprise. What other surprises did this man hold that she didn’t know about?

She didn’t know that Simon Min used fresh ingredients delivered daily via air freight cold chain, making the taste far superior to what was served in ordinary restaurants.

Simon Min’s expression softened. He stood up, a slight smile playing on his lips. “I wasn’t teasing you. Nothing happened between us last night.”

Vivian Wen stared blankly as he placed the plates in the kitchen, went into his room to change into his usual clothes, and emerged looking impeccably clean.

“I have to go,” Simon Min said, opening the door and leaving. His calm and composed demeanor made Vivian Wen even begin to doubt whether they had even kissed last night, and if it was all just a dream.

A sense of loss welled up inside Vivian Wen. She comforted herself, it was just an act after all. The play was over, and they should go their separate ways. What did it matter if she knew his name? They wouldn’t have any contact again anyway.

Vivian Wen quickly stuffed her breakfast into her mouth, washed the dishes, cleaned the kitchen, and left.

*
She couldn’t go to school in that dress, so Vivian Wen had no choice but to go home first. As soon as she entered, she saw Helen Zhao lounging comfortably on the sofa, George Wen peeling an apple and feeding her, his eyes filled with doting affection.

Helen Zhao had always been the one serving him; she had never seen her father treat her like this before.

Vivian Wen scoffed and silently walked inside. After changing her clothes in her room, she came out and, just as she reached the living room, heard Helen Zhao’s sarcastic voice.

“Vivian Wen, why are you back alone? Where’s your rich fiancé?”