Vivian Wen instantly recognized the card in Simon Min’s hand.
That gold card was obviously expensive—her eyes widened in surprise.
She leaned closer and whispered, “Mr. Min… that card, is it real?”
Simon couldn’t help but chuckle softly.
This was the first time anyone had ever asked him if his card was real.
Leaning down until his breath brushed her ear, he murmured,
“Fake. But it’ll do to scare people.”
Vivian exhaled in relief. “You scared me for a second there.”
Come to think of it, what kind of truly rich man would agree to be someone’s “one-day boyfriend”? He’d have to be crazy.
Still, her eyes lingered on the golden card—it gleamed under the lights like real gold.
“I’ll admit,” she said with a grin, “it does look convincing.”
Unaware of their quiet conversation, Tiffany Liu stood frozen in shock.
Her fingers tightened around her handbag as she gawked at them.
The sales clerks, however, had clearly noticed the golden card in Simon’s hand.
Within seconds, their demeanor changed entirely.
“Sir, miss—please, right this way!”
In an instant, all the clerks who had been fawning over Tiffany abandoned her, rushing over to surround Vivian and Simon instead.
They ushered the pair to a plush sofa, offering tea and water, their smiles beaming with exaggerated warmth.
Poor Tiffany was left standing alone, completely ignored.
Her face turned an alarming shade of red.
The card in her hand—linked to an account with barely a hundred thousand RMB—was nothing compared to the Supreme VIP Gold Card of Wanrun International.
How had Vivian Wen managed to land such a handsome, wealthy man?
She regretted her earlier arrogance.
If she’d known, she might have tried to borrow that card herself!
After all, luxury brands never offered discounts—but anyone holding that gold card could get 30% off across the entire mall.
Tiffany, seething with envy and embarrassment, finally slipped away while no one was looking.

Once Tiffany was gone, Vivian turned quickly to the staff.
“Sorry, we were just passing by. We weren’t planning to buy anything…”
“That’s perfectly fine,” one clerk replied with a radiant smile.
“You’re welcome to look around. If you see something you like, just let us know anytime.”
Vivian nodded awkwardly, tugged lightly on Simon’s sleeve, and whispered, “Let’s go—before they realize it’s fake.”
They had just turned to leave when a man in a suit stepped in front of them, holding a small lottery box.
He looked at Simon, a flicker of nervousness crossing his face, before bowing slightly.
“Good afternoon. I’m the store manager. We’re running a special event today—everyone who walks in gets one free draw.”
He held out the box toward Vivian.
Vivian blinked. She’d never heard of such a thing in a luxury boutique.
She glanced at Simon, who gave her a subtle go ahead look.
So she reached into the box and pulled out a slip of paper, handing it to the manager.
The man’s eyes lit up.
“Congratulations, miss! You’ve drawn the grand prize! A free shopping voucher for any item in our store!”
Vivian’s mouth fell open.
She had always been unlucky with raffles. Not once in her life had she won anything—and now she’d drawn the top prize?
Was she dreaming?
“Miss,” the manager said with a broad smile, “you may choose any item in the store—completely free.”
For a moment, Vivian just stood there, dumbfounded.
Then her gaze drifted back to the gown she’d admired earlier—the white evening dress glittering in the window.
“That one would suit you well for an engagement banquet,” Simon remarked, his eyes following hers toward the gown.
Vivian nodded hesitantly.
“Could I… have that one?” she asked the manager.
He followed her gaze and smiled politely.
“Excellent choice, miss. That’s one of our newest high-end designs this season. Retail price—five hundred and sixty thousand RMB.”
“What?!” Vivian’s eyes widened.
She had expected it to be expensive—but that expensive?
She stammered, “Then maybe… I should pick something else—”
“Let’s take that one,” Simon interrupted casually.
“I think it looks perfect. Don’t you agree, Manager?”
A bead of sweat slid down the manager’s forehead. He forced a laugh and nodded quickly.
“Of course! As long as the young lady likes it!”

And so, a short while later, Vivian Wen walked out of the mall with Simon Min at her side—a heavy designer shopping bag swinging from her arm,and a dazed expression on her face,still wondering how on earth she had just walked away with a dress worth 560,000 RMB.