Boonie Bears: Another World Fantasy

7:30 in the evening.

Southern part of Shenzhen.

She slowly pulled up in front of the South City Art Museum, where a grand and lavish celebration was taking place. Spotlights shone like stars, illuminating the museum's neoclassical main entrance. Men and women in exquisite formal attire gracefully stepped out of luxury cars, as if attending a noble banquet. Photographers lined both sides of the red carpet, cameras in hand, capturing every exciting moment for tomorrow's website headlines and social news. Flashes of light pierced the guests' eyes like lightning.

Although it wasn't the first time she'd seen something like this, An Han couldn't help but imagine how the gossipy paparazzi would react if she were to walk into this place hand in hand with Peng Fei right now.

"Luckily, I specially chose a decent dress tonight," she thought to herself.

She gently pressed the brake, bringing the sleek Lamborghini to a smooth stop on the side of the road. Without hesitation, she opened the door and handed the keys to the waiting parking attendant. The young attendant's eyes held just the right amount of amazement and envy; he was clearly captivated by the luxury car. An Han gritted her teeth, composed herself, and prepared to face the various glances from others.

"Look over there!" a paparazzi member nearby said with a smile, "Another escort girl going to a date alone. This is the first time I've ever seen someone driving a sports car while wearing high heels!"

"Don't talk nonsense! That's Miss An at sunset!" another photographer exclaimed excitedly. He pushed his way forward, trying to get a picture of this rare, unassuming guest. "It's truly a rare sight, Miss An! I heard you've recently found someone you like?"

Countless cameras were pointed at An Han. Her bodyguards maintained a safe distance, doing their utmost to clear a path through the crowd. She saw the little girl named Xiao Ke, whom she had met not long ago during an interview at the museum.

Xiao Ke cast an admiring glance at her, but seemed so engrossed that he forgot to press the shutter button on his camera.

An Han smiled at Xiao Ke alone among the crowd, then stepped onto the stairs and walked towards the main entrance.

It's been quite a long time since I've seen Zhao Lin.

She took a glass of champagne from the waiter, took a small sip, and then began to carefully observe her surroundings. Her captivating and sharp eyes swept over every corner, as if trying to take in everything.

"How's the situation now, Karl?" An Han casually brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, speaking softly into the miniature earpiece hidden behind her ear. The butler's calm voice immediately came from the other end: "Hmm, for now, it seems we should head to the second floor first. There are fewer people there..."

"Understood," An Han replied softly. She walked lightly towards the stairs, silently praying that the operation wouldn't fail. Logically, her target should be here.

"Also, Miss, have you prepared the necessary weapons?" Karl asked with concern.

“I am the weapon myself, Karl,” Anhan replied.

She smiled and politely nodded to everyone who tried to strike up a conversation with her, but her eyes betrayed a subtle sense of detachment. She skillfully weaved through the crowd, remaining vigilant while secretly searching for her elusive target—Donghai, one of the key research professors in the V Group's Science Department.

She moved quietly up the stairs to the mezzanine. She leaned against the railing, her gaze sharp, carefully observing the bustling crowd below. The guests were all impeccably dressed and elegantly behaved, but at least a quarter of them wore black formal attire, making it as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack to spot the elderly scholar among them.

However, An Han didn't spend much time before he found Dong Hai. At that moment, he was on the dance floor, slowly dancing with a brown-haired beauty wearing a red dress.

Seeing this, An Han immediately turned away from the railing, intending to stop him. But just as she reached the stairwell, she suddenly heard someone softly calling her name. The voice was faint yet so clear in her ears.

A young girl dressed in simple clothes was staring at her with a surprised look. She wore round-rimmed glasses, and her neck-length hair was a striking white, a unique color that contrasted sharply with her plain clothes, making her seem somewhat out of place. An Han carefully recalled the business newspapers and businessmen's files she had read before, and after some effort, she finally recognized the girl in front of her.

She said, "Oh, isn't this Miss Tian Mengting? What a coincidence." There was a hint of uncertainty in her voice.

“I think so too.” Tian Mengting’s voice sounded weak, but she still stood up straight and stood with An Han.

"I didn't expect Miss An to represent Sunset at this event..." Tian Mengting's words carried a hint of surprise. An Han didn't think she was being flattered; after all, Tian Mengting had also been forced to take the stage after V Group was leaderless, and in terms of experience, the two were indeed very similar.

"After all, he's the group's spokesperson; I can't not show up," An Han said in a complaining tone, seemingly helpless about her role. In fact, her gaze hadn't left Donghai downstairs the entire time, and she was secretly thinking about things related to him.

"This pointless event is utterly useless except for filling up the nearby hotels tonight," An Han continued, seemingly uninterested in the dance. However, she was unaware that what was about to happen would plunge her into extreme embarrassment.

“Actually, I hosted this ball, Miss An,” Tian Mengting said calmly. These words struck An Han like a thunderbolt, leaving her stunned. She rarely felt she had said the wrong thing, but this time it almost caused her to lose face completely.

"Oh—" An Han looked away, trying to cover her embarrassment with this brief response. A blush rose to her face.

“Sometimes this kind of investment doesn’t yield any returns.” Having come this far, An Han could only reply nonchalantly, “I’m sorry.”

Tian Mengting stared at her thoughtfully, as if trying to see through her inner thoughts.

“You’re very good at feigning indifference, Miss An. But how could someone who doesn’t care about their own company possibly invest half of their assets and energy in saving it? Nor could they possibly feel disheartened because they are helpless and ultimately choose to bear all the consequences alone.” Tian Mengting’s words were like a sharp sword, piercing through An Han’s hard shell.

Suddenly, An Han felt the mask on her face being peeled away bit by bit, revealing her true emotions. She realized that the woman before her was far more formidable than she had imagined. Tian Mengting was clearly a formidable opponent, and she would have to be much more wary of her in the future.

"Have a pleasant evening, Miss Anhan." After saying this, Tian Mengting turned and left, leaving Anhan standing there, lost in deep thought.

“Wake up, miss, don’t forget why you’re here today.” Karl’s voice always rang out at crucial moments.

In that instant, An Han practically forgot everything else. Then, she ran downstairs at the absolute limit of her endurance. When she saw Dong Hai still holding that woman's hand, dancing a beautiful waltz, a huge weight lifted from her heart.

"So, how do you plan to appear in front of him appropriately next? Just don't use that trick again."

“Shut up, Karl. Just watch quietly from the sidelines.” She gently moved her once-injured leg, trying to recall the dance moves she had known since childhood. “When it comes to dancing, nobody here knows more than me.”

At that moment, the two were dancing gracefully, the brown-haired woman feigning laughter at Donghai's jokes. However, when Anhan suddenly appeared, the old professor was clearly taken aback. After whispering a few words in his ear, the brown-haired woman turned and left, her face full of displeasure. Anhan naturally took her place, obediently letting Donghai lead her, her high-heeled feet gliding elegantly across the floor. Her dance steps were incredibly precise, each step perfectly timed, successfully initiating a new conversation.

"It's an honor to dance with Miss An." Donghai was clearly surprised that An Han would choose him as her dance partner in this setting filled with powerful and influential men. He couldn't help but feel a surge of delight.

"It's really hard to see you normally," Donghai said, unable to hide his excitement.

"Yes, I just wanted to get some fresh air once in a while." During a break from dancing, An Han deliberately gave Dong Hai a charming wink and replied in a soft voice. "Professor, I've always admired you—I heard you've made some new discoveries recently?" She cleverly shifted the topic to Dong Hai, seemingly full of curiosity about his research.

"Well... this—" The old professor was clearly struggling to keep up with An Han's teasing, and his words began to stammer and become incoherent: "If... if I had to name one, then I'm afraid it would only be Zi Xing, Miss An, have you... have you heard of her?"

“Of course, Zi Xing can now be considered one of the top celebrities in Shenzhen.” She raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile, but her foxy eyes revealed a hint of cunning and provocation.

She tilted her head slightly, her delicate face even more captivating under the light; the neckline of her dress accentuated her taut, flowing neck, the deep V-neck design allowing the red gown to cling tightly to her smooth, jade-like skin, unable to conceal her proudly erect figure. However, judging from her unsatisfied expression, she seemed to want to go further.

"Miss An, what is this...?" The old professor was so captivated by her that his eyes were fixed on the beautiful and charming woman in front of him, as if he had forgotten where he was.

An Han smiled slightly, a smile as radiant and captivating as spring flowers in bloom. She gently took Professor Donghai's arm and said softly, "Professor Donghai, perhaps we can take this topic a step further."

Professor Donghai was deeply moved upon hearing this. He felt his heart race and his cheeks flush involuntarily. He glanced around nervously, and seeing that no one else was paying attention to their actions, he followed An Han into the hall with peace of mind.

An Han moved with light steps. Dong Hai, on the other hand, seemed a bit clumsy. He tried his best to maintain his composure, but he still couldn't hide his excitement and joy.

After the two entered the hall, An Han found a quiet corner to sit down. She gestured for Professor Donghai to sit next to her, and then said softly, "Professor Donghai, I have always been very interested in your research. I deeply admire your achievements in the academic field."

Donghai stared at An Han in surprise. He never dreamed that An Han would say such a thing, so he quickly said, "You flatter me, Miss An. You care so much about Zixing, is there something important you want to ask of me?"

An Han smiled slightly, parted her lips, and continued, "This humble woman has nothing of value, except for this face, which can be considered beautiful and refined. If you don't mind..."

She paused slightly, her beautiful eyes carefully observing Donghai's reaction. Donghai's face showed a hint of confusion, but even more so, surprise and bewilderment.