“Marriage? What’s there to discuss?” Gu Fuyou set down her pen and leaned her cheek on her hand. Right in front of Yinhe and Xinghan, she playfully slid a finger over Zhong Michu’s cheek, saying, “As long as the dowry is sufficient, I’m all yours to do as you please.” Yinhe and Xinghan were left speechless. Zhong Michu smiled gently,…