Tong Huaiqing had three reasons for becoming a nationally renowned pianist. First, his top-tier virtuosity. Second, that impossibly beautiful face. And third, his notorious reputation for never lifting a finger—pampered, finicky, and high-maintenance to the extreme.Honestly, it made people jealous.So when he suffered a string of performance failures, plenty were eager to watch him fall, gleefully discussing the once-unreachable flower of perfection tumbling off his pedestal. Sure enough, the always-arrogant Tong Huaiqing cracked under the pressure. He shunned all attention and limelight, retreating alone to a remote little town, where he sat by the riverbank and stared blankly at the night sky.A strange noise came from behind him. He turned his head—just in time to be knocked straight into the river by a speeding tricycle.Fortunately, the man who couldn't stop his vehicle had considerable strength. He hauled Tong Huaiqing out of the water with one hand and slung him over his shoulder, droplets glistening on his muscles under the moonlight.