“It’s me. Please, have a seat.”
Vivian Wen was stunned. She hadn’t expected that a random post she’d made online could actually attract such an unbelievably handsome man.
What luck!
As the man sat down, she couldn’t resist stealing a few more glances at him.
His brows were sharp and cold, his thin lips pressed lightly together, his features chiseled and perfect as if sculpted by hand.
His hair was slightly tousled, yet the look suited him perfectly. He wore a light brown leather jacket that looked a bit worn, simple jeans, and no jewelry—but every movement carried a quiet, noble air that made him impossible to ignore.
Anyone who knew Simon Min would never, in their wildest imagination, believe that he could appear dressed like this—in cheap clothes, sitting in an ordinary café across from a woman who seemed completely unconnected to his high-born world.
It was nothing short of absurd.
“Nice to meet you. I’m not sure how I should address you,” Vivian asked, trying to hide her nervousness.
Seeing that she didn’t recognize him at all, Simon Min felt a flicker of relief.
“My surname is Min.”
Since he only offered his last name, Vivian understood that he didn’t want to reveal his full identity, so she didn’t pry further.
“Mr. Min, what would you like to drink?”
“An Americano.”
“Alright.”
Vivian smiled brightly and waved to the waiter.
Simon’s gaze flicked over her face—the smooth forehead, the delicate nose, the soft pink lips, the slender curve of her neck…
and there, faintly visible, a small red mark, like a blossom in early spring.
For a moment, his mind flashed back to that night—the heat, the chaos, her trembling voice against his ear.
His throat tightened, and he tugged at his collar unconsciously.
After ordering the coffee, Vivian got straight to the point.
“Mr. Min, I’ll be honest. You fit my requirements perfectly. Name your price.”
Price?
The corner of Simon’s lips lifted faintly.
He couldn’t help but think of the few hundred yuan that woman had left him on the nightstand that morning.
How ironic.
“Why don’t you tell me what the job is first,” he said.
“Sure.” Vivian straightened her posture.
“It’s like this—I need you to act as my boyfriend and accompany me to my engagement party next weekend.”
Simon looked at her with a strange expression.
Realizing how contradictory that must have sounded, Vivian hurried to explain:
“To tell you the truth, I just found out my fiancé has been cheating on me. But I don’t have proof, and my father refuses to believe me. He’s still forcing me to marry that man. So I came up with this plan. Basically, your job is… to crash the engagement party.”
Simon: “…”
He rubbed his temples.
He had imagined many possible motives behind her “High-Priced Husband Wanted” post—
but this?
This was beyond his expectations.
Seeing him remain silent, Vivian quickly added, “I know it sounds unreasonable… but I’ll pay you double. How about that?”
Men like him were one in a million—she couldn’t let this opportunity slip.
If he’d come to meet her in person, he must really need the money.
So she decided to go all in.
Simon looked up, his obsidian-dark eyes locking onto her with a quiet amusement that made her uneasy.
His gaze lingered on her so intently that Vivian instinctively lowered her head, pretending to sip her water.
Out of the corner of her eye, she could still feel the heat of his stare—deep and unreadable.
Something about it made her heart skip.
Why did it remind her so much of the man from that night at the hotel?
No, impossible. The world was far too big.
What were the odds that he’d see her post, happen to be short on money, and show up here tonight?
That kind of coincidence would be rarer than winning the lottery.
Just then, the waiter arrived with their two cups of coffee.
To ease the tension, Vivian picked hers up with both hands. Simon lifted his own cup, taking a small sip.
“Alright. I accept.”
Vivian froze, mid-sip.
“You… you agree, Mr. Min?”
Simon nodded slightly.
Until he figured out what this woman was truly up to, he had decided to play along.
“That’s wonderful!” Vivian’s eyes lit up. “Don’t worry—within reason, you can name any price you want!”
She extended her hand confidently.
“What exactly do you need me to do?” Simon asked, his tone calm.
“Well…” Vivian looked him up and down, her gaze thoughtful, then narrowed her eyes slightly.
“What?” he asked.
“Tomorrow, we’ll go buy you something decent to wear first.”
Simon glanced down at his “cheap” leather jacket, his expression darkening.
Did she just imply his clothes were too low-end for her taste?