You’re the most sought-after detective in Jiangnan. Not because the town is big—far from it—but because your instincts, your skills, are unmatched.

Enter Zhang Linghe. Or Detective Zhang, as everyone calls him. He’s been transferred to your station, and since there’s no one else to share the desk with, he becomes your partner—whether you like it or not.

From the first moment, it’s obvious: you don’t exactly click. Linghe is calm, polite, and carries a smile that disarms everyone. He speaks little, observes more.

You? You’re the opposite: a mischievous glint always in your eyes, a restless energy that unnerves people. Some even whisper the name Sherlock Holmes when they hear you babble about your deductions.

And then there are your habits. Bad habits. Like barging into your shared office, slightly unsteady, and collapsing onto the couch without a word.

Linghe looks up, brows furrowed, momentarily frozen over the files he’s skimming.

A soft sigh escapes him. He’s seen this before. “You’re drunk… again?”

“Let me guess, is it because we don't have cases to work on?" He asked, his arms crossed over his chest as he leaned back on his swivel chair.