Boonie Bears: Another World Fantasy

Deep city.

Sunset Building.

The girl was bathed in the morning light. A sliver of light rising in the east pierced through the French windows of the room and fell onto the wooden floor.

Beads of sweat streamed down her face, dampening the hair on her forehead. Her delicate brows furrowed, as if she were enduring immense pain. Her form-fitting training clothes were soaked through, revealing her fair skin beneath.

Despite the excruciating pain in her legs, An Han continued to repeat the dance moves.

"Don't bring this up with me again, Anhan. Dancing can only be a hobby; it won't define your future," her father said.

"What right do you have to make decisions for me? What right do you have to control my life?!" She lost control again, sweeping everything off the table.

"I don't want to inherit your company... Don't try to use that to blackmail me!"

The pain finally overcame her willpower, and An Han collapsed to the ground. The tearing sensation almost made her faint; she gasped for breath like a dying fish. Despair washed over her once more, and sweat poured down her face.

I can't jump anymore...

Her father slapped her hard across the face. An Han remembered that it was the first time he had ever done that.

"After graduating from university, you should try to live here and familiarize yourself with every part of the company."

The father spoke expressionlessly, an expression that had accompanied him since he was seven years old. No matter what he did, his father had never given him even a smile.

An Han clenched her fists. She desperately wanted to confront the man she called her father, asking him if he had ever made a single moment to care about their family. His constant indifference—did he even know how heartbroken her mother was?

But these complaints were gradually fading away as they left. Now, An Han didn't even have the heart to blame them anymore.

Perhaps I've passed that restless age.

......

As dawn approached, Peng Fei woke up from a deep sleep and sat on the bed, his body numb.

The spot next to her was empty; she had quietly left quite some time ago.

Last night, she cried her heart out, as if she wanted to release all the pain she had endured over the years. Peng Fei, as usual, simply listened quietly. Even such a strong, steel-like woman had such a vulnerable moment. When she was tired from crying, she casually chatted with him about the past.

"Peng Fei, next time... don't use so much force." Perhaps out of consideration for her feelings, An Han subtly hinted. Her voice was even more hoarse than before. "I feel so uncomfortable."

"I can tell." Peng Fei noticed the beads of sweat on her forehead and tried his best to appear inexperienced.

“I think you’re just getting revenge on me…” she said seriously.

"No way... such a thing, after all, nobody has much experience with it."

She wanted to say something more, but Peng Fei preemptively changed the direction of the conversation.

"Do you remember before? There were so many people chasing after you at school, writing you love letters... Some even considered me their number one rival in love." He spoke casually, gently tossing An Han's loose hair.

"Aren't you afraid I might have just run off with someone else back then?" she asked, lying down beside him, a little dissatisfied.

"Don't worry, because it never happened. Isn't that right?" Peng Fei patted the mattress, his implication clear.

"You're becoming more and more shameless."

She gave a coquettish snort and deliberately turned her head away from him.

"I was just saying it casually. How about this, I'll treat you to a big breakfast as an apology..." Peng Fei said he would definitely treat her well.

However, before Peng Fei could finish speaking, An Han interrupted him decisively, saying, "With your skills, you'll never make it." An Han knew Peng Fei's cooking skills all too well—he had burned the bottom of the pan when he tried to fry eggs before, which was a complete disaster.

Peng Fei retorted somewhat indignantly, "That's all in the past, okay? Besides, it was because you wanted fried eggs!" Hearing this, An Han rolled her eyes in anger and retorted irritably, "Ha, now you're blaming me?"

Even so, An Han wasn't actually angry with Peng Fei. She snuggled back into the covers, like a docile kitten, and tucked the blankets around them. Feeling the warmth beside him, Peng Fei thought to himself: At this moment, An Han is more passionate and charming than any raging fire.

"We can talk about it tomorrow, I'm going to sleep."

They really know how to make excuses.

"It's getting harder and harder to understand, Xiaohan..." Peng Fei murmured softly, gently turning over and then reaching out to hug An Han's soft body tightly from behind. Feeling the warmth of the person in his arms, a wave of emotion washed over him: She's really changed so much over the years...

At this moment, An Han seemed unaware of Peng Fei's actions. She merely shifted slightly and wrapped her hands around his wrists. It was as if this brought her a sense of security and comfort. Then, as if all her strength had been drained away, she slowly closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep, a faint trace of fatigue and contentment still lingering on her face.

……

The eggshells were separated, and the glistening yolks rolled into the pot.

The sizzling sound of frying oil in the kitchen mingled with the sound of water running in the bathroom. Peng Fei flipped the omelet over, imagining what he might see later.

How should I explain this to her later? What happened last night was completely unexpected. I actually had a relationship with An Han on impulse... The alluring perfume scent lingering in my nose seemed to have an irresistible magic, making me deeply immersed in it and unable to extricate myself.

Is it just because of desire? But just a short while ago, I rejected her confession.

An Han was tall and slender, standing at a full 178cm, and a stunning beauty who had graduated from the dance department. Not only that, she was incredibly wealthy, and they had known each other since childhood, practically childhood sweethearts. Could anyone really refuse such a near-perfect woman who was actively pursuing him, practically throwing herself at him? A wicked voice inside him kept tempting him. Everything unfolded so naturally and smoothly, as if it had been rehearsed beforehand.

Although he had roughly prepared an explanation in his mind, Peng Fei still had doubts about this sudden relationship.

The television was broadcasting a live professional basketball league game from across the ocean. Peng Fei was so engrossed in watching that he completely forgot about the omelet he was frying in the pan.

It wasn't until the bathroom door opened that Peng Fei smelled the burnt odor wafting from behind him.

"It's over!" he yelled.

An Han, who had just come out of the bathroom, was drying her hair and seemed to have guessed why he had rushed into the kitchen.

"Peng Fei, is something burning?" As expected, she asked helplessly.

"it's okay no problem."

He hurriedly turned off the heat and threw away the burnt pancake. Even so, An Han still saw his disheveled appearance clearly.

So, what's left over from breakfast?

"Some toast and warm milk..." He tried to cover up his embarrassment, but the toast that popped out of the machine didn't look very appetizing.

Failed again.

An Han placed the dry toast on a plate, picked up a glass of milk, and placed it on the table without any hesitation.

"It's okay, I can't eat too much."

The phrase "it's nothing" filled him with extreme shame.

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to give you a good start..."

"I can tell you've put a lot of effort into this," An Han comforted Peng Fei, then gestured for him to sit down and handed him a piece of toast. "If the bread gets dry, just dip it in milk. You taught me all of this."

"You always remember these things."

A complex mix of emotions welled up inside Peng Fei as he gazed silently at An Han's bare face. Though she had lost her usual vigor, she remained beautiful and captivating. Perhaps it was because they had spent so much time together, but An Han, who had once shone brightly and dazzled in the eyes of others, now appeared to Peng Fei no different from a girl next door.

“Xiao Han, your hair…” Peng Fei suddenly noticed a few unusually prominent white hairs on An Han’s forehead. He couldn’t help but think of An Han’s recent busy work schedule, wondering if her body could handle such overwork.

"It's nothing... I'm probably just a little malnourished." An Han gently tossed her hair, trying to hide the graying strands.

"I'm not even twenty-five yet, and you're already complaining that I'm getting old?" she said half-jokingly.

"Don't talk nonsense." Peng Fei quickly finished the rest of his bread and then turned his gaze to the still-talking television screen.

As the game entered halftime, various advertisements and news reports flooded in.

"No group has taken the initiative to claim responsibility for the attack that occurred last night in the city center quarantine zone. However, preliminary investigations have tentatively determined it to be a deliberate attempt to seize control of the recently popular chemical drug, Purple Star. The police have now launched an investigation into Purple Star, with V Group, which is responsible for its production, and Sunset Group, which is responsible for its sale and marketing, becoming the main targets of the investigation."

After listening, An Han subtly twitched the corner of her mouth and glanced at Peng Fei out of the corner of her eye. Fortunately, he didn't react much, allowing her to answer the phone on the table that was vibrating almost uncontrollably.

Carl spoke up without warning. "You're famous now, miss. All the newspapers are plastered with pictures of you last night."

"Keep your voice down, Karl, Peng Fei is next to me." An Han left the dining table and walked towards the living room.

“I’m not sure about the chairman’s attitude yet, but Xiao Junyao is fully capable of exposing you, if she wants to.”

“I know,” she replied, stretching her aching back.

“I hope you don’t leave a bad impression on her.” Carl’s voice sounded more serious than usual. “Also, the police just came by and took some people from the company for a meeting, but it won’t involve you for now.”

The old butler sighed and lowered his voice.

"Don't go out unnecessarily or show your face in public recently. Just pretend you're sick."

“Don’t worry about me, Carl. There’s no going back.” Anhan turned her gaze to the street below the building. In the bustling metropolis, drivers honked their horns in protest. Several police cars surrounded the entrance of the Sunset Building. She really hoped it wasn’t what she was thinking.

"How's the sample analysis for Zixing going?" she asked.

"It's terrible. The elements contained in it can't be found on the periodic table at all."

“That makes sense.” An Han was even more convinced of her judgment.

This mineral descended into the disaster area through a giant black hole over Shencheng during "L Day." No one knows where it came from, or what it can bring to the people here. However, the V Group heavily promoted its supposed ability to cure intractable diseases and sold it at exorbitant prices.

"Karl, do you believe this is the flame that Prometheus stole for mankind?"

“But we already have fire.” Karl’s words revealed his confusion.

"Then it will be more powerful and ferocious than fire."

"What's wrong with you lately, Miss? You've suddenly become like those Western saints, enjoying playing riddle games?" His tone carried a hint of doubt and displeasure.

“No, what I mean is…” She paused slightly, as if considering how to express her thoughts, “V Group may be secretly manufacturing an extremely dangerous weapon under the guise of developing chemical drugs.”

“A poison they call ‘cancer killer,’ Karl. In this way, people will not hesitate to put it into their various organs.” Her voice was calm and serious, but the worry within it was unmistakable.

There was silence on the other end of the phone, and you could almost hear the other person's heavy breathing.

After a moment, Karl slowly spoke, "This is merely a guess, Miss. Before we can ascertain the truth, we still need to gather a great deal of solid evidence..." His words revealed a cautious attitude towards the current situation and a vigilance against unknown risks.

“There’s not much time left, Karl,” Anhan interrupted him. “The setting sun is slowly sinking into the abyss, and Yu Lian will definitely find a way to snatch the inheritance from me…”

"Perhaps I'm already on his assassination list. Just like seven years ago, he wants to wipe me off the face of the earth..." At this point, An Han subconsciously turned her head and looked at Peng Fei, who was busy tidying up the balcony, her heart filled with entanglement and struggle.

"So, this is why you're planning to resign as CEO of Sunset?" Upon hearing this, the person opposite him became noticeably more anxious.

“To be precise, it should be a transfer, Karl,” An Han corrected softly.

"So, who exactly do you want to transfer it to?" the other party pressed.

"Naturally, I'll entrust it to the person I trust most." After a slight hesitation, An Han's answer became unusually firm. In fact, she was also very curious to know how Peng Fei would react when he learned of her selfish thoughts.