Vivian Wen didn’t notice the faint chill in Simon Min’s expression as she continued speaking.
“Although what you’re wearing now looks fine, I’ve designed a persona for you—handsome, wealthy, and elite. You’ll be playing the part of a ‘diamond bachelor’ at the engagement banquet. You need to outshine everyone and put that scumbag in his place.
So your outfit has to match the role. But don’t worry, the clothes are my gift to you. You don’t need to pay for them.”
Simon’s hand, which had been idly playing with his coffee cup, suddenly froze.
All his life, he had never let a woman spend money on him.
“If the clothes are for me,” he said evenly, “then I should pay for them.”
“No way,” Vivian replied quickly. “You’re helping me. How could I let you spend your own money?”
“But—”
“Right now, I’m your boss. You have to listen to me!”
A flicker of surprise passed through Simon’s calm eyes, and his gaze toward her softened ever so slightly.
They chatted a little longer before Vivian glanced at her watch.
“Mr. Min, it’s getting late. I should go. Tomorrow, Wanrun International Mall—see you there.”
Seeing Simon nod, she smiled and left.
Not long after, he too stepped out of the café.

A few dozen meters away, a limited-edition silver-gray Bugatti glided smoothly to a stop in front of him.
His assistant, Henry Zhang, stepped out to open the door.
“Sir, I saw the young lady leaving earlier, so I drove the car over.”
Simon nodded, shrugged off his leather jacket, tossed it to Henry, and got into the car.
Henry returned to the driver’s seat and handed over a fine suit bag resting on the passenger seat. Inside was a perfectly tailored custom-made suit.
He glanced at the worn leather jacket in his hands and couldn’t help sighing. That shabby thing really didn’t match his boss’s image.
“Sir, I’ll just throw this out,” Henry said, reaching for the door handle.
“Keep it,” came the cool reply from the back seat.
“Uh… what?”
“We’ll need it tomorrow.”
Henry blinked, utterly shocked.
With so many luxury suits at his disposal—each worth a fortune—why on earth would his boss choose to wear this cheap jacket again?
His CEO must have gone mad.

That night, Vivian texted Simon to confirm their meeting time for the next day, then fell asleep almost instantly.
The next afternoon at 3 p.m., she arrived punctually at Wanrun International, one of Haishi’s top five-star shopping centers, filled with the world’s premier brands.
“Mr. Min!” Vivian waved when she spotted him waiting by the entrance.
He stood with both hands in his pockets, still wearing the same brown leather jacket from yesterday.
Hurrying over, Vivian smiled. “Did you wait long? You really didn’t have to come so early—I’m always on time. You could’ve just arrived right on the dot.”
Simon gave her a brief look.
Today she wore a casual white T-shirt with light blue jeans, her hair tied back neatly, giving her a fresh, youthful charm.
“I don’t like making people wait,” he replied simply, turning toward the mall entrance.
Vivian shrugged and followed him inside.

After browsing through several men’s stores, Vivian couldn’t help sighing inwardly.
Sure enough—when a man had a good face and figure, he could look stunning in anything.
Simon stood in front of a mirror in a tailored suit, and the effect was dazzling.
Every woman in the boutique had turned to stare, some openly admiring, others casting jealous looks at Vivian.
“Mr. Min, I think this one’s perfect. What do you think?”
Vivian reached up to adjust his tie, then stepped back slightly to admire her handiwork—only to find his deep, unreadable eyes fixed on her.
Realizing how close they were standing, she immediately stepped back, her cheeks flushing crimson.
Simon’s lips curved slightly as he followed her retreating steps.
Vivian took another step back, only to bump into something behind her.
Before she could move, he leaned forward, one hand braced beside her ear.
Her heart pounded wildly. She crossed her arms defensively.
“W-What are you doing?”
He chuckled softly, eyes glinting with amusement.
“You’re in the way. How am I supposed to look in the mirror?”
It was only then that Vivian realized she’d been blocking the mirror the whole time.
Mortified, she darted a full meter away, her face flaming.
Simon adjusted his cuffs casually, watching her reflection in the glass.
“Tell me, Miss Wen,” he said lazily, “do you often help men tie their ties like that?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” she shot back quickly.
Simon removed the jacket and turned toward her, calm but teasing.
“If we’re pretending to be a couple, shouldn’t we get to know each other a little better? For authenticity’s sake.”
Vivian grinned slyly.
“Knowing each other goes both ways, Mr. Min. I could ask the same—do you often go shopping with women?
Or shall we… chat about it as we walk?”
Simon: “…”
Normally, he was too busy to rest, let alone shop—especially with a woman.
This was an entirely new experience.
Deciding not to dignify that with an answer, Simon handed her the jacket.
“This one will do.”