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MidReal Story
The Billionaire's Secret Baby
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Miss Bai Enzheng
first_person_protagonist, female. She is the vice president of the Melia Group, a powerful advertising company in Beijing. She is determined, curious, and resilient. After discovering a mysterious cup of pearl milk tea that altered her appearance, she found herself transformed into a superhero named Pearl Milk Tea Star. This experience both unnerved and enthralled her, as she struggled to understand the origin of the drink and her new identity. Despite initial doubts, she embraced her role, determined to use her powers for good and protect her city from harm.
Marian AlSalih
side_character, male. He is the billionaire chairman of the Melia Group. He is influential, enigmatic, and strategic. His leadership position affords him significant power within the company. He chose Miss Bai Enzheng as his trusted righthand woman, likely due to her exceptional abilities and impressive work ethic. Though his personal life remains private, his dedication to business is evident. The speculation about his possible hidden family is just that—speculation—and does not detract from his authority within the corporate sphere.
Xiaoqing
side_character, female. She is Miss Bai Enzheng's best friend and colleague at the Melia Group. She is supportive, observant, and candid. Her relationship with Miss Bai Enzheng is characterized by trust and open communication. When Miss Bai Enzheng vanished for a day, Xiaoqing expressed concern but also humorously joked about the possibility of Miss Bai Enzheng finding love or becoming a superhero. Her loyalty highlights her importance in Miss Bai Enzheng's life as both a friend and confidante.
January 20, 2049, Beijing.
On this day, I, Miss Bai Enzheng, a 28-year-old woman, found myself in an extraordinary situation.
I was the vice president of Melia Group, an advertising giant.
Standing in front of the mirror, I was dressed in my usual white suit and knee-high black boots.
My long hair was as black as the night sky.
I looked at my reflection and couldn't help but smile.
After being promoted again, I would be one step closer to my dream.
I trusted that I could see it coming soon.
"Ms. Bai Enzheng, Mr. Marian Al-Salih is calling you."
The voice came from my intercom.
I turned around and walked into my office.
I picked up the phone and said, "It's me, Miss Bai Enzheng. What's the matter?"
"Enzheng, I want you to go to Shanghai for me. You'll stay there for a week. Can you do that?"
The voice on the other end was low and calm.
I looked at myself in the mirror and couldn't help but smile again.
"Of course I can! Mr. Al-Salih, what's the matter? Did something happen?"
"You'll know everything when you get back to Shanghai. Enzheng, I want you to handle this case personally. Can I count on you?"
Mr. Marian Al-Salih was the billionaire chairman of Melia Group.
He was one of the most powerful men in China.
I hung up the phone and started getting ready to go to Shanghai.
I opened my laptop and booked a first-class ticket on tomorrow morning's high-speed rail.
Then I took out my suitcase and started packing my clothes.
All of them were business suits, which were my usual style.
I sent a message to Xiaoqing, who was my assistant.
"Xiaoqing, I'm going to Shanghai tomorrow. Please help me arrange all my meetings for the next week."
After finishing everything, I looked at the time and realized it was already 9 p.m.
I didn't have dinner yet, so I ordered some food from a restaurant nearby.
When I finished eating, I saw the cup of pearl milk tea on my desk that Xiaoqing had brought me earlier.
I picked it up and took a sip.
It tasted good, but something felt off about it.
I put it down and went back to work.
I needed to prepare some documents for my trip to Shanghai. I opened my file cabinet and took out the documents I needed.
As I was about to put them in my suitcase, I noticed something strange.
One of the files was slightly thicker than the others.
I pulled it out and saw that it was the market analysis report for Shanghai.
Something about those numbers didn't add up.
I decided to take a closer look at it later.
I put all the documents in my suitcase and closed it.
As I was about to leave my office, I suddenly felt dizzy.
The room started spinning, and I felt like I was going to pass out.
"Enzheng, are you okay?" Xiaoqing's voice crackled through the intercom, sounding more concerned than usual.
"I... I don't know, Xiaoqing. Something's wrong with the tea," I managed to say, gripping the edge of my desk for support.
"Stay there, I'm coming up right now," Xiaoqing replied urgently, her footsteps echoing in the hallway outside my office.
Stumbling into the restroom, I gripped the cold porcelain sink for support as waves of nausea washed over me.
"Enzheng! Are you in there?"
Xiaoqing's voice was muffled by the closed door, but her concern was palpable.
I could barely muster a weak "yes" in response.
My stomach heaved, and I retched into the sink.
But instead of the usual contents of vomit, perfect black pearls cascaded into the sink, clicking against the ceramic.
I stared at them in horror, my mind struggling to comprehend what was happening.
The pearls continued to flow until my stomach was empty, and then they stopped as abruptly as they had started.
I looked up at my reflection in the mirror and gasped.
My hair, once as black as the night sky, was now shifting color before my eyes, darkening to a rich pearl milk tea brown.
A tingling sensation spread across my skin, and I looked down to see that my business suit was morphing into something else entirely. My clothes were being replaced by a form-fitting uniform that hugged every curve of my body.
It was a deep black color with intricate silver designs embroidered along the hem and sleeves.
The material felt strange against my skin, like a cross between silk and something metallic.
I frantically tugged at the hem of the uniform, trying to remove it, but it wouldn't budge.
It was as if it had been molded onto my body and would not be removed without some kind of special key or password.
I watched in horror through the mirror as my reflection continued to change.
My eyes grew larger and more angular, taking on an otherworldly shape.
My skin turned a pale shade of silver, almost like metal.
"Enzheng, what's happening in there?" Xiaoqing's voice was now filled with panic as she pounded on the door.
"I don't know, Xiaoqing! I think... I think I'm transforming into something else," I replied, my voice trembling with fear and disbelief.
"Hold on, I'm calling Mr. Al-Salih right now. He might know what's going on," Xiaoqing said, her footsteps fading as she rushed to make the call.
My trembling hands fumbled with the bathroom lock, trying to secure it as another wave of nausea hit me.
Through the door, I could hear Xiaoqing's footsteps retreating down the hallway, her voice fading as she made the call to Mr. Al-Salih.
More pearls spilled from my mouth into the sink, and I watched in horror as my reflection continued to change before my eyes.
The metallic sheen spread across my skin like mercury, starting from my fingertips and creeping up my arms.
My eyes morphed further, the irises expanding until they were almost cat-like in shape.
I gripped the edge of the sink for support as my legs wobbled beneath me.
"Enzheng, can you hear me?" Xiaoqing's voice was urgent as she returned, her phone pressed to her ear.
"Yes, but I don't know how much longer I can stay like this," I whispered, feeling the transformation accelerating.
"Mr. Al-Salih says you're becoming a Guardian; he didn't expect it to happen so soon," Xiaoqing relayed, her eyes wide with a mix of awe and fear.
I gripped the sink harder as waves of dizziness washed over me.
Through the mirror, I watched as my business suit dissolved completely, replaced by a skintight uniform in pearl milk tea brown.
A matching cape materialized across my shoulders, its patent leather surface gleaming under the bathroom lights.
Long gloves encased my arms, and knee-high boots of the same material appeared on my legs.
A black corset belt cinched my waist automatically, pulling tight with a series of metallic clicks.
Through the door, Xiaoqing gasped as light seeped from beneath it.
"Enzheng, what's happening?"
Her voice was laced with concern and awe.
I tried to respond, but my voice was muffled by some unseen force.
I tugged at the uniform again, but it wouldn't budge.
It was as if it had been molded onto my body and would not be removed without some kind of special key or password. "Enzheng! Are you okay?"
Xiaoqing's voice was muffled by the closed door, but her concern was palpable.
"I... I don't know," I managed to say, gripping the edge of the sink for support.
The room started spinning, and I felt like I was going to pass out.
Suddenly, a scepter materialized in my left hand, its length gleaming with intricate designs that matched the uniform.
At its tip sat a cluster of black pearls that seemed to pulsate with an otherworldly energy.
I stared at it in awe, feeling an inexplicable connection to this strange new weapon.
With a final burst of light, the transformation was complete.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror, barely recognizing the figure before me.
The pearl milk tea brown uniform hugged every curve of my body, the cape settling heavily on my shoulders.
My face was alien - the metallic silver skin gleaming under the harsh bathroom lights, my eyes glowing with an inner light that seemed almost otherworldly.
I tried to pull at the uniform, but it refused to budge.
Instead, it seemed to tighten around me, as if it had been molded onto my skin.
The scepter felt warm in my grip, its black pearls swirling with energy.
Xiaoqing knocked again on the bathroom door, her voice filled with concern.
"Enzheng, are you okay? Can you open the door?"
I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice.
"I don't know if I should, Xiaoqing," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Mr. Al-Salih said you need to embrace it, Enzheng; it's your destiny now," she insisted, urgency lacing her words.
"But what if I can't control it? What if this power is too much for me?" I asked, fear evident in my tone.
I stared at my reflection, mesmerized by the final stages of my transformation.
The metallic silver of my skin softened into a warm pearl milk tea tone that spread across my entire body.
My cape billowed without wind, its glossy surface catching the bathroom's fluorescent light.
When I reached toward the sink to steady myself, a stream of milk tea suddenly burst from the faucet, splashing against the porcelain.
The liquid swirled upward, defying gravity, and danced around my gloved hands.
I tried to step back, but my boots remained planted as if rooted to the spot.
I stared at my reflection, mesmerized by the final stages of my transformation.
My hair lengthened and lightened to a perfect pearl milk tea shade, flowing past my shoulders in silky waves.
The uniform adjusted itself, the spandex material stretching and conforming to my body like liquid.
A shield-shaped emblem materialized on my chest, glowing with the same warm hue as my costume.
The cape settled against my back with a gentle weight, its glossy surface catching the bathroom light.
My gloves and boots shone with a polished finish, while the black pearl belt at my waist contracted slightly.
The scepter pulsed in my hand, and I knew there was no turning back.
I stared at the floating milk tea, mesmerized by its unnatural movement around my hands.
The liquid danced and spiraled through the air, defying every law of physics.
It swirled and twirled, creating a mesmerizing pattern that seemed to pull me in with an otherworldly allure.
Acting on instinct, I raised my scepter toward the swirling milk tea.
The black pearls at its tip pulsed with energy, emitting a gentle hum that vibrated through the air.
The liquid responded immediately, drawn toward the staff like metal to a magnet.
A vacuum effect seemed to form around the scepter's tip, pulling the floating milk tea toward it with an irresistible force.
The liquid flowed into the scepter, merging with its energy as it was absorbed into the staff.
I stepped away from the sink, my movements fluid yet strange in this new form.
The uniform shifted with me like liquid silk, and the pearl emblem on my chest caught the bathroom's fluorescent light.
Testing my mobility, I stretched my arms, watching the glossy gloves flex seamlessly.
The cape responded to my slightest motion, floating as if suspended in invisible tea.
When I took my first steps in the knee-high boots, they clicked against the tile with unexpected authority.
I adjusted the black pearl corset belt at my waist, feeling its secure grip.