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

My dear Faye, don't I wish I could use any means necessary? This thought made Mandy Qamar exceptionally frustrated. She groaned inwardly, continuously lamenting, if it weren't for you, I would've already used all my tricks, even if I had to steal, rob, or buy him. No matter what means are used, as long as I have him, that's enough.


Of course, such frustrations can only be kept in the heart. After all, if they were exposed, her true-hearted friendship with whom she has always been open might shatter.


Faye Owen is one of the few people in her life that she would never hurt.


"What, Faye, are you suggesting that I should snatch that man back?" Mandy Qamar hesitantly tested the waters.


Chapter 455: Just Waiting for the Judge to Come and Die_1