She's a Passerby, But Can See the Protagonist's Halo-Chapter 144

Wedding Venue.

Yan watched as Sister Meizhen counted on her fingers, her expression troubled. "Four groomsmen and four bridesmaids—we’re still short three bridesmaids and need all four groomsmen."

"We have five guys here, so four groomsmen should be no problem," Zhu Jue chimed in.

"I can be a bridesmaid," Yan offered.

Saving a wedding—another day spent upholding world peace and social harmony.

"Sister Meizhen, I can do it too," the pretty girl beside Yan added.

"Even with you two, we’re still one short," Sister Meizhen sighed, rubbing her temples.

"Should we ask a guest?"

"Or just go with three pairs?"

Weddings are all about symmetry and auspicious pairings. Three would feel off, and two pairs didn’t quite fit either.

"Does the bridesmaid have to be a girl? As long as they look the part, right?" Chu Shen suddenly interjected.

Everyone turned to stare at him, then their eyes shifted to Yuan Ye. Yan’s lips twitched—she seriously doubted Chu Shen would survive the day without Yuan Ye beating him to a pulp.

"W-what do you mean?" Sister Meizhen was clearly baffled by Chu Shen’s suggestion.

"He’s suggesting I be the bridesmaid," Yuan Ye said flatly.

"I’ll fill the last spot."

Yuan Ye had been unsure how to bring it up himself, knowing the moment he did, all eyes would be on him.

But he never expected Chu Shen, of all people, to blurt it out first.

He really owed Chu Shen a "thank you" for that.

Sister Meizhen and the girl beside Yan were momentarily stunned. "I-is that allowed?"

"I’m a crossplay coser and model," Yuan Ye explained, his face still expressionless.

"We only have ten minutes. Let’s get changed."

Moments later, the entire group vanished in a flurry, scrambling to change outfits.

Yan exchanged names with the girl with short, curly hair—Chen Yu.

The bridesmaid dresses were champagne-colored, sleeveless gowns that hugged their figures just right, hiding any tummy flaws. The hems brushed the floor, covering their feet and shoes entirely.

Yan changed at lightning speed, borrowing the professional makeup artist’s kit for a quick base and applying her own lip gloss from her purse.

Aside from Yan and Chen Yu, the third bridesmaid was the bride’s cousin, Xia Meichen.

From the dresses and shoes to the makeup and backup supplies, everything was brand-name and top-tier—proof of the bride’s affluent background.

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Yan shook her head. "Not sure. We don’t really ask."

Though she’d accidentally stumbled upon Yuan Ye’s online alias at a convention last year, only she and Zhu Jue knew about it. The other roommates were aware of his crossdressing but not his online persona.

Besides, Yan could see the halo above Yuan Ye’s head. His crossdressing might not even be by choice.

Remembering how Yuan Ye had appeared as a female ghost in Ningcheng’s Jingshan Park during the New Year, Yan sighed inwardly. Who knew what had forced him into that state?

Eight minutes later, Yan watched as Yuan Ye emerged with long, flowing wig, fair skin, and an elegant, tall figure.

Chen Yu gaped beside her—especially since he was wearing makeup! Not heavy, but expertly applied. His delicate features, soft jawline, and slender frame made it impossible to tell he was male at a glance.

"Professional indeed. That vibe is something else," Chen Yu murmured in awe.

Yuan Ye stared blankly at his "girl mode" interface. The task still wasn’t marked complete. He gritted his teeth internally.

He was already in a bridesmaid dress—did he really have to wait until the wedding ended?

"Yuan Ye, let’s go," Yan called.

"Coming." His voice was muffled. As the tallest one there, it was a miracle the largest-sized bridesmaid dress even fit him. The bride’s family had prepared impeccably.

In truth, the bridesmaids and groomsmen had little to do at this wedding beyond being background decor.

They weren’t tasked with tending to the couple or performing skits like in those viral wedding videos.

After all, they’d all met the bride and groom less than ten minutes ago.

For Yan and the others, the main perk was getting to enjoy the show.

The groomsmen wore gray suits—simpler than the groom’s three-piece but just as refined.

As the four groomsmen and four "bridesmaids" flanked the couple down the aisle, Yan winked at Zhu Jue. She caught Chu Shen’s poorly suppressed smirk and Ye Ping’an’s equally strained smile. In contrast, Zhu Jue and Brother Xiao remained perfectly composed.

With the rushed outfit changes, she and Zhu Jue hadn’t had time to talk.

Perhaps to keep guests from waiting too long—or maybe the ceremony was just short—the original host, who’d mistaken the groomsmen, was replaced by Sister Meizhen herself.

When the freshly minted groom, Zhou Mingduo, pulled a ring box from his chest, even the bridal party froze. Yan noticed the bride, Sheng Qing, stiffen in surprise.

The original groom hadn’t shown up—where had this ring come from?

From the box, he produced a jaw-dropping pink diamond ring, teardrop-shaped and as thick as a finger.

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Yan’s pupils contracted. That stone had to be nearly 20 carats—a top-tier vivid pink. If she remembered right, it had sold for nearly 30 million Swiss francs, roughly 200 million Xia Country yuan!

This wasn’t something that could be rushed over last-minute. The groom must’ve been carrying it all along.

She watched as he knelt, cradling Sheng Qing’s hand like a treasure, sliding the ring onto her finger. Yan noted it fit perfectly.

Her brow arched. Seems this "stand-in" groom had planned this for a while—had he come intending to crash his beloved’s wedding?

Given the 【Transmigration】 halo above Sheng Qing’s head, Yan suspected there was more to their story than met the eye.

The ceremony was brief. After the ring and kiss, the bridal party exited, and the impromptu groomsmen and bridesmaids settled in for the banquet.

The five-star hotel’s wedding feast was exquisite. Despite having snacked earlier, they still managed to eat plenty.

"This is my first time being a groomsman," Ye Ping'an said.

"At our age, we're not even legally old enough to marry. Unless you have older siblings, there aren’t many chances to be groomsmen or bridesmaids," Yan remarked.

"I never thought my first time as a groomsman wouldn’t be for you two," Chu Shen added.

"Neither did I," Yuan Ye muttered coldly from behind.

The table erupted in stifled laughter. Brother Xiao consoled him, "Just treat it as a temporary job for today."

Yuan Ye kept his head down, focused on his meal. His task was already marked as complete, but he was still stuck in his formal attire.

Midway through dinner, the newlyweds arrived together to toast the bridesmaids and groomsmen—strangers who had stepped in to save the day.

By the time the banquet ended and everyone changed out of their outfits, it was nearly 9 p.m.

Sister Meizhen was still overseeing everything, especially for this group of strangers who had been such a huge help. Not only were the bridesmaid and groomsmen outfits gifted to them, but even the originally prepared morning robes and other items were handed over. Hotel rooms had also been arranged.

"We’re really so grateful and sorry for all the trouble. Words can’t express it enough."

"Keeping you so late, we weren’t sure about your plans, so we prepared eight rooms as originally intended. Let us know how many you’ll need." She held a stack of keycards.

The six of them exchanged glances. "We have a suite booked already, and our stuff is there," Yan said.

"You two take the suite from earlier. The four of us can split into two rooms—no need to waste anything. Oh, and make sure they’re twin beds," Ye Ping'an added.

"No problem. The staff will bring some things over shortly," Sister Meizhen assured them.

After leaving the top floor, the elevator doors closed, leaving only their group inside. Everyone let out a long sigh of relief.

"What a bizarre and hectic day," Ye Ping'an said.

The sentiment was met with unanimous agreement.

"But it just proves today really was a lucky day," Yan remarked.

They had chosen this day for their sworn sibling ceremony, and coincidentally, it was also the wedding day of the bride—blessed with a "transmigration" aura—who had fervently switched grooms.

The six of them returned to the suite together. Except for Zhu Jue, the others shed their suit jackets, collapsing onto the sofas in their shirts, limbs sprawled haphazardly.

Before long, the suite doorbell rang. A hotel attendant wheeled in a sizable cart, delivering their clothes and a series of gift boxes.

"Whoa, I’ve only seen these online. Never thought I’d actually get one," Chu Shen marveled.

"Hey, the count… two bridesmaid sets and five groomsmen sets," he tallied.

The boxes shimmered in stunning iridescent blue and sapphire hues, easily distinguishable by color and quantity.

The contents were nearly identical for both bridesmaids and groomsmen: tie clips, Montblanc pens, and red envelopes stuffed with 8,888 yuan. The only difference was a small accessory—one set had brooches, the other cufflinks, both from luxury brands.

"Damn," Zhu Jue raised an eyebrow. "These folks are loaded."

The wedding hosts clearly had deep pockets. From the new groom to the bride, every detail oozed extravagance. For the makeshift bridal party that had saved the day, these thank-you gifts were definitely not going back.

Yuan Ye stared at the two gift boxes placed before him and couldn’t help asking, "Do you think one of these might have been a mistake?"

The other five shook their heads in unison. "Nope."

Chu Shen grinned. "Wild Bro, given your outfit today, if anything was a mistake, it’d be the groomsman’s box."

"So which one do you want to receive?"

Yuan Ye clapped a hand over his mouth. "Boss Chu, you’d better watch your words from now on."

Yan and Zhu Jue leaned against each other, watching Brother Xiao hold his phone at eye level, spine straight, typing with intense focus. Meanwhile, the other three had somehow ended up in a tussle. The two of them couldn’t help but laugh.

Today had been a detour—a brief plunge into someone else’s story, witnessing a wedding full of unexpected twists, celebrating a picture-perfect couple, and then stepping back out.

And this? Just another ordinary day in the lives of Yan and Zhu Jue.