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

Her voice wasn't fancy or pretentious, but it was pure, like a song sung from the soul. It was as clear and natural as a mountain stream, pulsing with fervor to cleanse the heart of all heaviness and corruption.


At times, her voice was like a radiant burst of light, piercing through the veil of human deceit, resonating with souls of all kinds -- those veiled in darkness, those steeped in filth, and those filled with overriding desires. Her voice was so powerful, it could make impurities dissolve, like the snow melting under the sun.


That was the strength of her spirit, her endless pool of positive energy. She sang from the depths of her soul, stirring up emotions deep within the listeners' hearts, knowingly or otherwise.


Either sorrowful, painful, or filled with regret though.


Even Yves King, with his ironclad heart, trembled slightly to her vocal resonance, her voice making a small incision in the casing of his heart.


Chapter 539 Killing in the Song_1