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

Before Yves King could react, Faye Owen put on a face of understanding and spoke with apparent respect. "I respect, in a broad sense, every individual's preferences and sexual orientation."


Yves King exasperatingly loosened his tie and slumped onto the couch in front of her desk, silently lighting up a cigarette.


"But I hope you respect me too and respect the company." Faye Owen declared her stand like a diplomat. It seemed as if she could no longer suppress the anger inside her; even her eyelids began to twitch.


Yves King felt a wave of chill that could freeze the earth over, hitting him square in his face. His slender fingers that clutched his coffee cup started trembling uncontrollably. These signs all indicated that Miss Owen was far from calm. No, to be precise, a typhoon was raging furiously within her.


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