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

(Even though I only write at odd hours of the day now, I do it thoroughly because I need to create an outline for future plots. Basically, I work over ten hours a day... I'm not being lazy. We're just a little bit away from the top ten in monthly tickets, so if any brothers and sisters have them, please support me~)


This voice, this tone, it's undoubtedly baby Cade, Captain Cade. Yves King turned around with a grimacing face and said, "Can you be gentle? I was the one who called you out for a drink and you just hung up after cursing me out. There're a lot of people here, don't grab me like that, it's embarrassing."


Not far away, Fatty, sitting in the booth, and Mabel Cooper, who feigned indifference towards Yves King, but had a peripheral eye always faintly lingering on him, watched this scene with odd expressions.


Chapter 218 Gunpowder among Women (Seeking Monthly Tickets)_1