Ao Wuchang

Yves King, hailed as a legendary figure among modern mercenaries and a military king, experiences profound repentance after settling a major grudge. Choosing to heed his late mother's final wish, he embarks on a journey to lead a normal life and embrace an average, ordinary existence.
However, owing to a twist of fate and the consequences of nepotism, Yves finds himself in the employ as a security guard of a chilly female President after inadvertently offending her. To complicate matters, destiny takes another turn as the female President becomes his tenant. The constant role reversals between them ignite intense conflicts and battles. The question lingers: who will emerge victorious in this war between man and woman?
Yet, as Yves aspires for the tranquility of a tree standing still, the relentless winds of life continue to blow. Can he genuinely achieve his wish of being an ordinary person? Will he maintain his peace of mind while observing from the sidelines as beautiful women of diverse identities and styles gather around an ordinary security guard?
The captivating stories behind this security guard, who cherishes leisure, indulges in culinary delights, and whiles away his time awaiting the inevitable, are poised to unfold. Everything awaits your discovery~

Flower City's Twelve Beauties

At first, Yves King didn't care, assuming it was Teacher Zhao coming back from getting water. But when he heard Faye utter the name that was all too familiar to him, which seemed to have been carved deeply into his heart. Even under his strong control of his body, he still quivered imperceptibly. His heart suddenly tightened, and he felt a hint of perspiration in his palm. He was doing his utmost to keep himself from looking back.


"Eh?" Faye Owen also saw the newcomer, a look of surprise appeared on her nearly flawless face, "Miss Quay, I didn't expect to see you here again?"


Yves King was stunned when he heard this. When had Faye Owen met her? And it seemed like they're familiar with each other?


Since she was cornered, Wendy Quay with her slightly pale face had no route to retreat. Holding a thermos, she walked in gently. On her delicate and slightly pale face, she forced a slight smile, "Hello Miss Owen. Maeve, you look good today."


Chapter 72 Three Women in a Drama (Looking for Recommendations)_1