I Returned to My Hometown to Lie Flat, but the Aloof Town Chief Set His Sights on Me

Lin Zhiwan never dreamed that one day she, a former top lawyer's assistant, would be holed up in a little Jiangnan water town, brewing tea. “Ms. Lin, your teahouse has been illegally renovated from a historic building. You have three days to make the required changes.” The man at the door wore a pristine suit, his refined face set in a strictly professional expression. Lin Zhiwan leisurely poured herself a cup of tea. “Town Chief Shen, are you here to fine me or mooch some tea?” The tips of Shen Du's ears turned faintly red, but his voice remained as cool as ever. “I don't drink tea.” Yet on the second day, the third, the fourth... everyone in Qingheng Town knew that their new town chief, a severe social phobic, showed up at the teahouse every day after work without fail. Later on... “Town Chief Shen, your cat has wandered into my courtyard again.” “It's not my cat.” “Then why are you climbing over my wall in the middle of the night?” “...Looking for the cat.” The town was small, and gossip spread faster than the wind. Old cases from her former law firm resurfaced, the old street faced demolition, and someone who had been missing for years suddenly appeared... Lin Zhiwan discovered that this seemingly quiet Jiangnan town was far livelier than she had imagined. And Town Chief Shen, who seemed cold and abstinent on the surface, appeared to have secrets of his own.