The movement of Simon Min’s hand froze midair as he was reviewing documents.
He lifted his gaze to see Victor Wen sitting across from him with a grin, sliding a photograph across the desk.
The photo showed a girl with a high ponytail, clear bright eyes, and an expressive, lively face.
That face—
Though he had only seen it once when he woke up, Simon Min could never forget it.
It was the woman he had spent that unforgettable night with.
“I want to know everything about her,” Simon said calmly, his slender fingers tracing the edge of the photo. His tone revealed nothing of his emotions.
Victor cleared his throat and began to report everything he had found about Vivian Wen.
“…According to my investigation, her father’s company has been struggling financially lately. He’s been trying to secure investors from all sides.”
He paused, then added curiously,
“Brother, do you think she got close to you on purpose? Maybe for her father’s business? But if that’s the case, why run away afterward? Playing hard to get, maybe?”
Simon narrowed his eyes. “Continue.”
“Oh, and she has a boyfriend—Ryan Lu. Works in sales at some unknown company.”
She has a boyfriend?
Simon’s brow creased slightly.
Then why had she thrown herself at him that night?
Before he could dwell on it, Victor interrupted again.
“There’s something even stranger.”
“What is it?” Simon asked coldly.
“Here, take a look.”
Victor handed him his phone. “She just posted this on her private social account.”
Simon took the phone, and the bold headline that filled the screen made his expression turn to ice.
[High-Priced ‘Husband’ Wanted!]
The post read:
*Urgently seeking a “one-day boyfriend.”
High pay, details to be discussed in person.
Requirements: Height above 185cm, good-looking, fit, and well-mannered.
Interested applicants, please call: *******
Victor blinked in disbelief.
“What… is this supposed to be?”
He looked at Simon’s darkening face and swallowed.
“Uh, Brother, should I send someone to bring her in?”
Simon’s hand tightened around the phone, veins standing out on the back of his hand.
His deep eyes glimmered with an unreadable fury.
“Block her post,” he ordered icily.
“No one is allowed to see it.”

“Achoo!”
Vivian Wen sneezed and rubbed her nose. For some reason, she had the feeling someone was talking about her behind her back.
She glanced down at her phone, frowning.
It had already been an hour since she’d posted that message, and not a single call or comment had come in.
That was impossible. She had thousands of followers—surely at least one person should’ve responded by now.
Maybe her standards were too high?
Just as she was starting to doubt herself, her phone began to buzz.
An unknown number.
Vivian straightened up and quickly answered.
“Hello?”
A deep, magnetic voice poured through the line—smooth and mellow, like rich wine.
“I saw your post. I believe I meet your requirements.”
Vivian blinked, a little startled.
“Really? And you are…?”
His tone was cool and calm, yet the low timbre of his voice vibrated like the sound of a cello—
subtly stirring something in her heart.
But… that voice… why did it sound so familiar?
“Alright,” she said quickly. “Then let’s meet in person.”
“You choose the time and place,” the man replied simply.
“Okay, tomorrow night, eight o’clock, at the Starry Sky Café. I’ll text you the table number once it’s booked.”
“Good. See you then.”
The call ended.
Vivian grinned. She hadn’t expected it to go that smoothly.

Meanwhile, at Min Group Headquarters, Simon sat alone in his vast office, his expression unreadable.
The corners of his thin lips lifted slightly.
He wanted to see for himself—
what game this woman was playing.

The next night, 8:00 p.m., Starry Sky Café.
As soon as Simon Min walked in, he spotted Vivian Wen sitting nervously at a corner table, glancing around from time to time.
She looked different from what he’d imagined.
The girl in front of him wore a white blouse under a beige trench coat. Her long black hair draped over her shoulders, and her quiet composure gave her a gentle, elegant charm.
Simon checked his watch.
Punctual.
He began walking toward her, long strides measured and steady.
Vivian, scanning the café, suddenly noticed a tall man heading her way—broad shoulders, narrow waist, poised and commanding.
Then his face came into view.
Handsome was an understatement.
He was breathtaking—like a movie star who had just stepped out of a magazine.
If he hadn’t stopped at her table, she might have thought he was a celebrity in disguise.
“Miss Vivian Wen?”
The familiar, captivating voice sounded beside her.
Vivian froze for half a second—
and then realization hit.
This was the man she was meeting tonight.