"Does Mrs. Zhao like it?"
Ning Long stared at me with a smile that didn't reach his eyes as he spoke.
My face stiffened, my nails so sharp they almost pierced my own flesh.
Today's engagement party for Zhao Mengxi and Cheng Yu might be under Master Zhao's name, but I had told Ning Long that I was nothing more than a mistress by Master Zhao's side. He had apologized with words, but on a day like this, he had the audacity to openly give me something like this.
There's no way it didn't have a hidden meaning.
Luckily, only women are fond of jewelry, and they pay attention to it from time to time. I guess Master Zhao hadn't seen this crown and hadn't noticed the detail. His face only showed a hint of suspicion about Ning Long giving me a gift and asking if I liked it.
He glanced at me, and seeing that I hadn't answered for a while, he asked if I felt unwell anywhere.