The Young Master's Personal Bodyguard

You never fear the one-in-ten-thousand chance, only the one-in-a-million. The golden bodyguard who never made a mistake finally slipped up. Something about the whole affair seemed fishy, but it had already happened, so he had no choice but to accept his fate.

"Young Master Lan says he'll let you off the hook. If you're willing to be his personal bodyguard for a year..."

"Should I be thanking him profusely, then?" Yan gave a self-mocking smile.

"You don't have to agree. You can choose self-exile and go work as the lowest-ranking security guard at a brothel, starting from scratch."

"Fine, I'll go..."

He absolutely hadn't cursed Young Master Lan and all his ancestors. He'd go be a security guard. Happy now?