Hailed as a legend among modern mercenaries and the king of all soldiers, Henry Walker found enlightenment after avenging his greatest enemy. He decided to honor his mother’s last wish, return to a normal life, and become an ordinary, unremarkable man.

After offending a cold and beautiful female CEO by pulling some strings, he was hired as a security guard. By a twist of fate, the female CEO also became his tenant. The constant switching of their roles as master and subordinate sparked intense conflict and clashes. Who will emerge as the victor in this war between man and woman?

The tree wishes to remain still, but the wind will not cease. Can he, who longs to be ordinary, truly get what he wants? When women of all backgrounds and personalities gather around an ordinary security guard, can he really keep his heart calm and simply watch the world go by?

This lazy, gluttonous security guard who spends his days idling away—just how many exciting stories are hidden in his past? Everything is waiting for you to uncover~

Chapter One: The King Returns

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The early April sun was bright and clear, its warm rays making people feel cheerful and delighted.

But those who came to the cemetery to pay their respects could not possibly feel at ease. Some looked gloomy, some were sobbing uncontrollably.

Yet, there were also some who, while appearing heartbroken, were secretly laughing inside.

Just like Grace Harding. Every time she came to the cemetery to honor her husband, who had been dead for three years, she always felt especially happy.

Usually, once a woman passes twenty-five, she starts to go downhill. But she was an exception. A privileged life and all kinds of top-tier skincare products kept her skin smooth and supple like a young girl’s. However, compared to a young girl’s innocence, she was like a ripe peach, exuding a sweet and alluring charm from head to toe.

Even in such a setting, most of the men who came to pay their respects couldn’t help but let their eyes linger on her. A tall, graceful woman with an elegant yet unpretentious style, who looked enchanting and charming even with the simplest hairstyle, her face carrying a coldness and a hint of sorrow—could there be any woman more captivating to men?

Especially those self-proclaimed successful men in their thirties and forties. Though they were better at hiding their true thoughts than younger men, they still couldn’t help but sneak glances at her from time to time. Behind their families and relatives’ backs, they were all scheming how to get in touch with her.

It was clear that this woman would not be easy to win over. She was no longer the naive, lively girl who could be easily fooled. More importantly, from their perspective, they could tell that her understated yet extremely luxurious attire was worth a fortune. The seemingly inconspicuous ladies’ watch on her smooth, jade-like wrist alone cost about as much as a Mercedes-Benz.

But precisely because of this, she was all the more worth conquering. In fact, the graves here were so expensive that only the truly wealthy could afford them. Thus, most people who came here were either rich or powerful.

Of course, the reason they thought this woman was approachable was because they had already seen the words on the tombstone: “In memory of the late so-and-so.” Clearly, this woman was a widow. A beautiful, mature, and elegant widow—she was a temptation no man could resist.

Grace Harding looked at the luxurious grave, her charming face tinged with a bit of melancholy and gloom. But inside, she was always smiling. Three years—this wretched old man had been dead for three years. Every time she saw the tombstone, she felt a sense of complete liberation and freedom. But years of experience had taught Grace Harding the meaning of endurance and keeping a low profile.

Yet as she smiled, Grace Harding suddenly felt the urge to cry. After doing so much and paying such a high price to gain her current status and wealth, was it really worth it?

After a long while, just as she finished her routine rituals—enough to avoid criticism—and was calmly preparing to leave, she suddenly caught sight of a man’s silhouette in front of a nearby tombstone.

She was slightly stunned, and her expression instantly turned to one of surprise and delight.

It wasn’t that the man in the gray-white trench coat attracted her with his looks. In fact, after all the hardships and storms she had weathered to get to where she was, she no longer judged anyone by their appearance.

But as her gaze inadvertently swept past him, her heart suddenly skipped a beat and trembled slightly. The distant memories buried deep within her heart—so painful she dared not touch them—suddenly surged forth like a tide. The innocence and shyness that had long since faded, and the sweetness and bitterness of secretly watching someone from the shadows, all flooded her mind in an instant, causing subtle changes in the expression she thought she could fully control.