[ As he's dragged around, he fixes Wen Kexing with a dry look that fades as he realizes the man isn't joking. Something unreadable and complicated settles into Zhou Zishu's expression as the silence holds for just a moment longer.

And then: ] And what dowry does this wife come with, exactly?

[ He reaches up and pokes Wen Kexing solidly in the forehead as his expression smooths into something openly fond, in a way that says he might not be entirely aware of it. ]

Idiot. You're stuck with me one way or the other. But if you want to make it official, fine.