My beautiful boss

Peter Wang felt sad and dejected as he walked out of the Human Resources office.

He found it so difficult to accept the result. From where he came, he was feared by all the gangs.

They even called him "Mighty Soldier King". Here in the city, he couldn't even find a decent job because he lacked a college degree. Suddenly, his phone rang. Peter noticed and picked it up immediately

. "Peter," said the voice from the other line. It was his girlfriend.?

"It's over. I'm breaking up with you."

"You've been gone for so long. I need a boyfriend, not a phone pal."

"Darling, please—" Peter tried to get her back.

"I know I've been gone, but I'm back now. I'll always be with you now."

"Oh yeah? Well, what can you give me?"

"A dishwasher working abroad earns much more money than you."

"What exactly can you give me, huh?" she challenged,

"Do you even have savings after working all these years? Have you found a single stable job since you got back? Will you be able to give me the things I want?"

will ever want! Darling, I'm really sorry I've been gone. I'm sorry

job in the city, but it will be

how would you do that?", the girl

get to buy me a Louis Vuitton handbag? Ferragamo shoes? Chanel suits? Ha! You can't even afford to buy me a-hundred-square-meter house, for Christ's

she said as she hung up. Peter held his hand-phone tightly, dumbfounded. Despite her muffled voice from the static of his old Nokia, her

Help! Somebody, help! Thief, thief! That

uniform was screaming in panic and desperation, running as fast as her high-heeled shoes would take her. A man with dark sunglasses holding a Louis Vuitton handbag was fleeing

"Go away! Right now!"

up to the wall as the motorcycle zoomed past them. Nobody dared block its way. It's risky

infuriated Peter. As the motorcycle approached, he planted his feet firmly on the ground, pulled his left leg back, and with

spinning on the pavement. The impact threw him to the further end of the road and forced him to drop the stolen bag to the ground. "Ahhhhh!" The pedestrians held their hands to their mouths as they screamed. Peter, indifferent to the commotion, walked to the side of the man, calmly picked up the bag, and handed it

"Here's your bag, ma'am."

that he was talking to her. She was still stunned from the events that just happened. Peter inspected

all, it's my pleasure." Peter turned to leave. The lady looked like a corporate professional. He imagined her in her air-conditioned office and exquisite jewelry. 'We come from two different worlds, ' he thought. 'It's useless to think about her.' "Wait a second!" Peter felt a hand grasp

your name? I… just want to thank you for

at him as she awaited his response. Peter is at his mid-20's, standing 180 cm tall. His face has well-defined angles on his forehead, cheeks, and jawline. He's not the type that you would notice in a crowd, but he's not bad-looking

need to take me out for lunch. Thanks

gently as he refused her invitation. He was still thinking about his very recent breakup. Less than an hour ago, the love of his life walked away from him. Apart from that, he's broke and

sight to behold. She had light skin and brown hair that emphasized her bright almond eyes. She had men falling at her feet and any of them

he just refused her without