When I Turn Around, the Crown Prince Is Spoiling and Flirting with Me Again!

A sweet heroine who loves fiercely and hates fiercely vs. a refined gentleman in public who turns clingy and knows exactly how to flirt in private. HE ending for both leads

Marriage first, love later + secret crush becomes mutual + healing + regretful husband pursues his wife, but she won't look back + both leads remain faithful

When Sang Yue was seventeen, her parents died in a car accident. She thought she was destined to be alone for the rest of her life, until Lu Huai suddenly entered it. She thought he had bought her thermos, and that he had made the dumplings for New Year's Day himself. When you're young and don't yet understand love, it's easy to fall for the little things.

She began chasing after Lu Huai, with eyes only for him.

Until, at a banquet, Lu Huai raised his wineglass and laughed arrogantly. “Sang Yue? That dog who threw herself at me. I, Young Master Lu, have no shortage of girls like her!”

When she heard those words, she was still wearing a dress soaked through by the rain, with a packet of hangover medicine she'd just bought in her hand.

She turned and walked away.

Only then did Lu Huai realize that the girl who had always stood by him unconditionally was gone, and that the girl who had accepted him for who he was had vanished. He searched for her like a madman.

“Yueyue, do you still like me? Let's be together.”

Sang Yue stood still. A tall figure emerged behind her, prayer beads turning gently around his wrist.

Rong Yan smiled like a demon, though his voice was perfectly calm. “Mr. Lu, my legal team has sent you a letter. Be sure to check for it.”

He said, “Love isn't fair.”

Only later did Sang Yue learn that the person who had gotten her two hundred yuan back from a gang of street toughs, the person who had bought her thermos, the person who had loved her quietly all along, was Rong Yan.

Her eyes reddened. “Rong Yan, I'll give you fairness, and I'll give you my love.”

He had loved her in secret for ten years, and spent seven of them too afraid to see her.

At least the moon was his, and no one could steal it away.