I Faked My Death and Became a Carpenter, but a Mad Big Shot Blocked My Door

Xie Tingzhu is a straight man through and through. His greatest pleasures are earning money to fix up old houses and making complete sets of bamboo furniture for the village elders.

But he doesn't know that he carries a deadly, fragrant scent of sawdust.

After escaping from that cage-like wealthy household, he thought he was finally free.

He had no idea the hunters had already followed his scent and surrounded the secluded courtyard deep in the mountains.

The college student staying at his place would lie awake at night, standing by his bed and staring fixedly at his sleeping face;

The celebrity who came to the village to film a show always found an excuse to help him move lumber, then touched his waist with provocative intent.

Holding his saw, Xie Tingzhu figured city people all had something wrong with them.

That is, until the man who controlled half the economic lifeblood of Beijing's elite circle shed his refined facade and personally pushed open the wooden gate of the shabby little courtyard.

In the courtyard, three men of illustrious status faced off, the tension thick enough to snap.

Xie Tingzhu dusted the sawdust off his hands and pointed to the corner of the courtyard:

"If you're going to fight, take it outside. Don't step on my sweet potato vines."