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

"Oh, baby Cade, are you even rational? How could you possibly know what I'm thinking?" Yves King's thigh was a bit sore from her slapping, exasperatedly saying, "You're not an intestinal worm in my stomach, are you?"


"Wow, still talking back?" Baby Cade's eyes shot daggers, staring at him fiercely, "Don't you see how you just looked? Melancholic, sleazy, and regretful. Definitely thinking about a woman, and I dare to say it's absolutely not your wife."


Yves King stared blankly at her, "I didn't expect you to be so insightful."


"Of course, I graduated from the police academy with top-notch grades." Baby Cade spoke somewhat smugly, "Micro-expressions, psychology, interrogation studies are all required subjects for us, and interrogation happens to be my forte. Any criminal that falls into my hands must confess, whether they want to or not."


Chapter 268 The Tiger Doesn't Show its Might, You Think I'm a Sick Cat_1