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 stayed alone in the living room, vehemently smoking, pacing up and down restlessly, and occasionally glancing at the securely closed door of the ward. Anxiety gnawed at him like ants on a hot pan. What could those two women be discussing inside?


It wasn't that he was afraid they would start a brawl. After all, both ladies were well-educated and respected in their circles. It wasn't plausible that they would fight over a man in such an irrational manner.


However, as for what the outcome would be, Yves had no idea. While he knew that neither of them would resort to a screaming and yelling match like unrefined women, both of them, being independent-minded, were unlikely to easily change their minds once they had determined their position.


A bitter smile involuntarily adorned his lips, and he shook his head. He felt like a heavy criminal nervously awaiting the judge's sentence—freedom or immediate execution. Both seemed possible.


Chapter 585: Like Being in a Tribunal_1