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

Yves King gave a dumbfounded stare while Faye Owen did the same beneath her blankets. This—what on earth was happening? Changing the end of the story just now? Because of that, she... she kissed Yves once?


However, it seemed that Yves had indeed mentioned this before; if there was anyone who wanted to change the tragic ending of that story, they could kiss him. But everyone knew this was a joke, a nonsensical joke Yves had made casually.


With some effort, Yves pulled out his hand, smacked his forehead hard, and became somewhat frantic. Addressing Wendy Quay angrily, he said: "Is this matter really that important?" How much trouble had this matter brought him? To be honest, if Wendy was now to have a change of heart towards him, he would be willing to face death at the hands of Faye Owen.


Lowly holding her head, under the dim light, Wendy's eyes were filled with a mist, looking utterly wronged. Teardrops fell one by one, and she refused to utter another word.


Chapter 279 Between Heaven and Hell_1