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

In an extravagantly furnished VIP lounge at Miller Group.


Two men in suits were casually sipping red wine while watching a series of security confrontation drills. No laughter, no excitement, they quietly watched, their calm demeanor eerily profound.


The man on the left wore gold-rimmed glasses, his skin clean and he possessed an air of cultured elegance. His high status was suggested by the indescribable majesty hidden in his features. If Yves King were here, he would recognize him. He was the older schoolmate of Faye Owen from Stanford, one of the returning overseas elites, and one of the top ten outstanding young people in Sea City last year, Matt Doyle.


His eyes, restrained yet full of determination, were fixed on Yves King on the monitor, who was talking to Faye Owen.


The other man, around thirty, had a square face, buzzed hair, and rough skin. His stony face seemed utterly expressionless, his cold aloofness made anyone approaching him feel inadvertently chilly.


Chapter 210: Even the King's Appearance is Useless_1