Reborn as the Sweetheart of a Big Boss

Wen Zhixiang is a moon cupped in the heavens, while Lu Yuan is a lump of mud in the turbulent world below. But Lu Yuan likes Wen Zhixiang. Lu Yuan likes Wen Zhixiang's exceptional talent, his games of poetry and tea, his tea tastings and discussions of chess... He loves his refined elegance and is captivated by his aloofness. But Wen Zhixiang can't stand Lu Yuan. Wen Zhixiang can't stand Lu Yuan's rudeness, vulgarity, lack of learning, and hidden motives... He despises his pushing his luck and hates his unscrupulous methods. At first... Lu Yuan confesses: "Could you give me a chance?" Wen Zhixiang barely responds, coolly glancing at him. "What kind of chance?" A chance to pursue him? Hah. Lu Yuan: "How about sleeping together?" Wen Zhixiang's face turns red with anger. He turns and walks away, but after three or five steps, he doubles back. "Ptooey!" You lecher! But later... In the snowbound mountains, Wen Zhixiang looks down at the broad-shouldered man, who is rubbing his frozen feet between his hands. In the lightless cave passage, Wen Zhixiang feels his heart warming, just like his feet. Lu Yuan grins at him. "Why are you looking at me like that? What, are you touched?" Wen Zhixiang blushes and turns away, refusing to look at him. Lu Yuan grins and sidles over. "When are you free?" Wen Zhixiang looks puzzled. "For what?" Lu Yuan: "Nothing. Just to find a time to sleep together." Wen Zhixiang: "...Ptooey..." During their time teaching in the countryside, Wen Zhixiang looks at the mud-covered man with tenderness and concern as he busies himself cutting ginger and making tea for him. What an idiot, Wen Zhixiang thinks, driving more than ten miles through the rain at night to get his car out of a ditch. Lu Yuan carefully wipes the dust off the rim of the bowl and hands over the ginger tea. "Drink some to warm up and ward off the cold." Wen Zhixiang thinks his heart is in an even sorrier state than Lu Yuan's appearance. The mountains get bitterly cold on rainy nights. After washing up, Lu Yuan cheerfully sidles over and, as usual, runs his mouth: "It's so cold. Want to sleep together?" He expects Wen Zhixiang to ptooey at him as usual, but Wen Zhixiang tightens his grip on the bedsheet and, blushing and breathless, softly replies, "Mm." [Please read this part carefully] The top is both a hopeless romantic and a career-driven person. The top pursues the bottom first, and the bottom gradually falls for him. The top is the kind of "lecher" who would be thrilled if the bottom slapped him, thinking he'd been rewarded. If that's not your thing, please think carefully before reading. The top dotes on the bottom, utterly and completely. He gazes up at the moon he can never reach, and treasures it with all his heart. If that's not your thing, please think carefully before reading. (Though the top dotes on the bottom, he isn't servile.) Theme: Striving is humanity's eternal pursuit.