The Young Lady Calls Me a Dog, So I Go Work Security for Her Rival

At the twenty-first birthday banquet of Linzhou's richest man's daughter, more than three hundred guests watched her slap the butler across the face.

"You're nothing but a dog raised by the Song family. What the master drinks and where she goes are none of a dog's business!"

Xu Yan had served her for ten years.

He didn't argue or apologize. In front of everyone, he removed his white gloves, folded them neatly into his pocket, and stepped aside to open the door.

"Miss Song, please."

That very night, he quit. He didn't take a single one of the car keys, cards, or watches the Song family had given him.

Song Mingzhu told everyone that he would be back in three days.

Three days passed, and he didn't return. The news she got was that Xu Yan had gone to Lan Mansion, a luxury residential complex owned by the Song family's sworn rivals, and taken a job as a security guard.

At Lan Mansion, residents looked down on him as a mere gatekeeper, while visitors called him "the Song family's dog."

But the emergency medicine, fighting skills, negotiation, cooking, and security planning he'd mastered over ten years as a top butler began to shine, one by one, behind those gates.

A cool female CEO, a spoiled rich heiress, a gentle professor, a stunning top-tier star... One by one, they came to him with problems. In the end, none of them could do without this security guard.

Only then did the young lady who'd called him a dog realize that without him, she couldn't even make herself a cup of coffee.

She sold her belongings and bought an apartment in the building he guarded. Then she stood in front of him, swiping her resident card, eyes red, and asked:

"I'm a resident now. You'll have to look after me, won't you?"

Xu Yan opened the access gate for her, impeccably courteous.

"It's part of my job."