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

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The door lock slammed directly on the wall, stirring up an echo throughout the office.


Wendy Quay flinched, only to see Yves King, his eyes full of bloodshot threads, standing in the doorway. Her eyes, originally filled with panic, unconsciously became calm. Even, deep in her heart, there surged a shred of joy.


Director Chuck was startled, quickly turned around and saw Yves King clothed in his security uniform, staring at him with a cold and ill-intentioned glare. Unconsciously, his heart pulsated, feeling a chill. But the psychological superiority of his superior status made him comparably confident with Yves King.


His eyebrows wrinkled, he pushed his glasses, and adopted a bureaucratic tone, scolding, "King, didn't you say you had to go to work? What are you doing back here? Don't you know how to knock before entering a room? How ill-mannered!"


Chapter 102: Don't Want to Drag Her to Hell with Me_1