Boonie Bears: Another World Fantasy

Deep city.

A small bar in the north of the city.

An Han hadn't drunk so heartily in a long time. She drank bottle after bottle of this special beer, as if the bubbly liquid was a thirst quencher, or perhaps a way to vent her inner turmoil. Dong Hai, sitting opposite her, watched her with a meaningful gaze.

“A girl as beautiful as you…” Donghai murmured softly, while gently shaking the unopened bottle of beer in his hand. The pale purple liquid inside rippled with a faint and charming light. “It’s hard to imagine that you would stay at the company day and night.”

Hearing this, An Han didn't pay much attention and casually replied, "Professor, you must be mistaken. You are the one who truly buries himself in hard work and is rooted in the laboratory all day long." After saying that, she raised her glass and took a small sip.

“That’s true! But I still want to express my sincere gratitude to Sunset for your cooperation. It is because of your support and collaboration that Purple Star’s research results have been able to be commercialized so smoothly.” The old professor smiled and gently swirled the bottle of beer in his hand. Then he looked up at An Han across from him, a hint of cunning flashing in his eyes, and slowly asked, “Ms. An, I think this is probably your first time tasting this special beer, right? So do you know what’s mixed in with it?”

An Han stared at the old professor's seemingly kind yet subtly enigmatic smile, a strange unease rising within her. She paused for a moment, about to answer, when the professor interrupted, continuing, "Perhaps you already have a clue. That's right, what's added here is the result of our team's meticulous research—highly purified Purple Star. However, we only add a very small amount of this precious element, paired with a suitable amount of alcohol. This not only enhances the beer's flavor, but more importantly, it also has the effect of improving one's physical condition. Hahaha, of course, due to various reasons, this formula cannot be widely promoted and applied at present, but in small, exquisite bars like this, we have specially opened a portion for everyone to try it out..."

“Purple... Purple Star?” An Han’s mouth was slightly open as she mechanically repeated the name, as if she had lost the ability to think.

She finally understood why this cunning old man had insisted on bringing her here. It turned out it was all a carefully planned "greeting gift."

"Don't worry, Miss An, this wine has no side effects." Donghai, clearly having ulterior motives, said to An Han with a smile.

Thinking of this, An Han couldn't help but feel a surge of relief. Thankfully, she had remained sober and hadn't completely trusted the other person. Most of the wine she had just drunk had actually been cleverly spat out or held in her mouth; only a few mouthfuls had actually entered her stomach.

However, even those few bites weren't enough to let her off easily. After hearing everything he said, An Han felt a spasm in her stomach, as if countless tiny hands were kneading it wantonly. She tightly covered her mouth, afraid she would vomit on the spot, trying her best to maintain the last shred of dignity.

Finally, she could no longer endure the torment and staggered to her feet, rushing to the bathroom. As soon as she entered, she bent over and began to gag violently into the toilet. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't vomit anything; only acidic stomach acid kept rising in her throat, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.

After an unknown amount of time, An Han slowly straightened up, leaning against the wall, panting heavily. Her face was ashen, her forehead covered in fine beads of sweat, and she looked incredibly weak. The nausea still lingered, refusing to dissipate…

“Perhaps they’re right. A small amount of purple star won’t harm the body, and it might even have liver-nourishing effects.” Karl patiently explained to An Han through the earpiece, hoping to alleviate her current discomfort. “Miss, if you really can’t hold on, then give up. After all, there will be other opportunities in the future.”

"No... the longer we delay, the more rampant that thing will become..." An Han forced herself to finish speaking, her stomach churning. However, at this moment, her body was out of her control, and even a simple action like straightening her back had become extremely difficult.

This pain is even more torturous than menstruation.

"I'm almost done, Karl. If I give up at this crucial moment, I'm afraid I'll never encounter such a suitable opportunity again." An Han silently encouraged herself while trying to dispel the waves of unease rising from the depths of her mind. However, in an instant, the figures of the people participating in the protests and demonstrations reappeared in her vision.

At this moment, An Han's conscience was sending out warning signals: perhaps only she could uncover the truth hidden behind the scenes.

“You really don’t need to risk your safety, Miss,” Karl tried to persuade her to change her mind, but when he realized that An Han wouldn’t listen, he wisely chose to shut his mouth and say no more. An Han quickly wiped the stains from the corner of her mouth and tidied her slightly disheveled clothes.

“That old guy wants to sleep with me, but it doesn’t matter. I’ll try my best to find a way to infiltrate the V Group from him. Their R&D department definitely has what I want.” An Han’s tone was firm and resolute.

"Are you going to pull this stunt again, Miss? Do you know what the consequences will be for you? Your reputation, your future... don't you care at all?" the old butler said worriedly, his voice revealing obvious anxiety and unease. Indeed, compared to An Han, he was far more concerned.

An Han slammed her hands on the sink, her eyes sharp and resolute: "Don't talk to me about the future anymore, Karl. For me now, there is no future to speak of. I'm just protecting the last place the An family has left, the last bit of face..." She knew she had no way out and that only by burning her bridges could she have a chance of survival.

"I cannot stand by and watch my father's company be destroyed by others... I absolutely cannot!" she silently shouted in her heart, her eyes shining with determination.

Despite his indifference towards her feelings, this did not shake her determination to protect the family business.

"Miss An, are you alright?" Donghai asked with concern when he saw An Han's dazed expression.

An Han feigned drunkenness and unsteadiness, swaying as she leaned against the wall. Her eyes were glazed and unfocused, as if she might collapse at any moment, yet she stubbornly maintained the last shred of consciousness.

"Professor, I'm so dizzy... Can I really come into your office like this?" An Han's voice carried a hint of languor and coquettishness, and her slightly flushed cheeks made her even more charming. Her body trembled slightly, as if she had lost all strength, and the alluring fragrance lingered around Dong Hai's nose like a wisp of smoke, making his heart race and almost unable to control himself.

Looking at the delicate and charming woman before him, Donghai couldn't help but feel a little moved, but reason told him that he had to remain calm. "Miss An, what's wrong with you?" He tried to find out what was going on, but found that his voice had also become a little hoarse.

Taking advantage of Donghai's slight intoxication, An Han decided to make her act even more convincing. Suddenly, her legs gave way, her body swayed forward, and she collapsed unexpectedly onto the sofa. She closed her eyes tightly and let out a weak groan: "Ugh... my head hurts so much..."

Seeing this, Donghai's heart tightened, and he quickly reached out to help Anhan. However, the moment he touched Anhan's soft body, a jolt of electricity shot through his entire body. Anhan deliberately relaxed all her muscles, like a puppet at his mercy, completely dependent on Donghai's support.

"I'm dizzy... I feel so awful..." An Han continued to whimper, gently shifting her body to bring the two closer together. This subtle teasing made Dong Hai's breathing quicken. He struggled to control his impulses and asked softly, "How about I take you home, Miss An?"

"You promised me, Professor, look, I've already drunk this wine with you... Shouldn't you keep your promise?" An Han said coquettishly.

"Alright, alright, don't rush, Miss An," Donghai couldn't help but chuckle. He wrapped his arm around An Han's slender waist, caressing it gently. He thought to himself: This naive woman really thinks she can get what she wants so easily! But that's fine, it makes it easier to control her this way.

Donghai secretly rejoiced. He knew that this arrogant young lady had completely fallen into his carefully laid trap. As long as he followed the plan, everything would go smoothly. Moreover, even if he just took her for a casual stroll, there shouldn't be any major problems. Thinking of this, Donghai's mood became even more cheerful.

“They’ve taken the bait.” An Han glanced at Dong Hai, who was beaming with joy, and smiled faintly.

For the first time in days, she smiled genuinely.

……

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Peng Fei. My daughter is always like this. Once she gets into playing, she gets completely absorbed and forgets everything, often ignoring the time and place. I’m really sorry to have kept you waiting. Please forgive her—” Karl said apologetically to Peng Fei, who had been waiting in the office all night and half an afternoon, bowing repeatedly. He looked like a child who had done something wrong and was apologizing to his parents, as if he were the one who caused all of this.

However, faced with Karl's sincere apology, Peng Fei merely curled his lip indifferently, muttering to himself, "Are you kidding me? Am I really that bored that I'm just supposed to wait here?" Clearly, he was somewhat dissatisfied and confused at being inexplicably left hanging for so long. After all, nobody likes being manipulated. However, out of politeness and self-restraint, he didn't react on the spot.

"Well, it's alright, things are quite interesting on my end too," Peng Fei said with a forced smile, trying his best to hide his displeasure. After all, anyone would be a little unhappy if they were stood up, but he tried to convince himself that maybe An Han had just encountered some minor, troublesome problems.

Peng Fei found it increasingly unbelievable. An Han wasn't like this before; she was always punctual, kept her promises, and did what she said she would do. When did she become so audacious? Could it be true, as others say, that people always change?

After saying goodbye to Karl, Peng Fei felt incredibly lonely. He silently stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the basement. As the elevator slowly descended, his mood grew heavier. When the elevator doors opened, a sea of ​​luxury cars appeared before him, a dazzling array of brands and models.

However, Peng Fei had no interest in admiring the luxury cars. He went straight to a corner of the parking lot and began searching among the many vehicles for his old motorcycle. Although the motorcycle was quite old, it had witnessed many of Peng Fei's stories and held great significance for him.

Just as he found it, a dark red color suddenly appeared beside him and grabbed his attention like a magnet.

It was a high-slit cheongsam, adorned with a black and dark red lace pattern, as dazzling as a star twinkling in the night sky. At this moment, the beautiful cheongsam was gently swaying beside the motorcycle, exuding a captivating charm. Clearly, its owner didn't want Peng Fei to recognize her immediately.

This mysterious woman had long, dark brown hair that cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall. She styled it into a high ponytail, secured with an elegant hairpin, giving her a stylish and capable look. A black headscarf covered her head, with strands of hair falling naturally on either side, partially obscuring her face and adding to her ethereal and mysterious aura.

As she slowly turned around, her magenta eyes, like deep gemstones, gazed at Peng Fei with a hint of indifference and scrutiny.

"Xiao Jun... oh no, Miss Xiao?" Peng Fei stared in astonishment at the woman who had suddenly appeared before him, his mouth agape as if he could fit an egg in it. He never expected that Xiao Junyao would appear here, and she looked completely different from before.

At this moment, Xiao Junyao's face no longer held her usual warm smile; instead, it was filled with indifference. A chilling glint shone in her eyes, inspiring fear in those who looked upon her.

Xiao Junyao gently raised her right wrist, twisted it gracefully a few times, and then walked slowly towards Peng Fei. She wore a pair of specially made high heels, the metal soles making a piercing sound as they struck the ground.

Startled by this sudden change, Peng Fei was at a loss. He backed away while nervously asking, "Wait... what are you going to do?" His voice trembled noticeably.

The words had barely faded when Xiao Junyao raised her eyebrows slightly, a sly glint in her beautiful eyes. Then, she gracefully lifted her right leg, stepping over Peng Fei as if in a dance. In the blink of an eye, a muffled thud was heard, and Peng Fei fell to the ground as if struck by a heavy blow.

However, this was not the end. Xiao Junyao leaned down, her jade-like feet lightly touching the ground, and the sharp tip of her high heel landed squarely on Peng Fei's chest. At this moment, she was like a goddess high above, looking down at Peng Fei lying on the ground, her eyes full of confidence and composure.

From this angle, Xiao Junyao's long, fair legs were completely exposed to the air, without any concealment, making one's heart race and blood boil.

“Mr. Peng Fei, I’m afraid you won’t be able to leave so easily this time.” Her voice was clear and melodious, yet it carried an undeniable authority, revealing her strategic and commanding presence.

"Just consider it as a favor to your girlfriend who's always trying to be clever."