She's a Passerby, But Can See the Protagonist's Halo-Chapter 170

Yan and Jue Jue finally decided to hold their wedding in Ning City.

This was their hometown, the place where they had grown up together for eighteen years.

Organizing a wedding can be as simple or as complicated as one makes it.

The date had to be auspicious, accommodating relatives' schedules, and the venue needed ample parking...

To avoid unnecessary trouble for both sets of parents, every wedding invitation was carefully considered—only close family, elders, childhood friends, and classmates were invited.

The wedding venue was set in Chu Bingbing's courtyard house.

Yan and Jue Jue were no strangers to this place. The courtyard had once belonged to the Xie Family before Lan Ruo transferred it to Chu Bingbing.

Yan initially thought it might be easier to rent a commercialized courtyard, like Bayefu, where Hua Family's flagship store could conveniently handle the banquet.

But Chu Bingbing vetoed the idea. "If you don’t hold it here, this courtyard will remain lifeless. I don’t dare live here alone, and the place could use some activity."

"Choose between the courtyard or an island," she said.

Yan chose the courtyard, and Chu Bingbing’s private island was automatically upgraded to their honeymoon destination.

Wedding preparations—decorations, layout, and banquet planning—started much earlier.

Da Bao and Xiao Bao acquired two wedding planning studios, declaring, "We're expanding into new ventures and exploring fresh horizons."

The banquet was handled by a culinary team recommended by Chu Shen, complete with their own ingredients and head chefs.

Apart from trying on outfits and writing invitations together, everything else was taken care of, leaving Yan to fully "relax" about her own wedding.

"Yan, how do you feel right now?" Xu Jiaojiao asked.

The night before the wedding, Yan was already staying in the courtyard house. The bedroom was packed, with people crowding the bed and the sofa.

"Feel? Not much," Yan answered honestly.

"Jue Jue and I are already legally married—this is just the ceremony."

On her 22nd birthday, she and Jue Jue had registered their marriage, celebrated with friends, and announced it on social media. After that, life went on as usual.

"Didn’t you ever imagine your wedding?" Chu Bingbing patted the sofa.

Yan rubbed her chin. "I used to picture a typical wedding—fetching the bride, early-morning makeup, an emcee on stage, toasts, and dinner. That’s how most weddings go, right?"

She was describing the weddings she’d attended, assuming hers with Jue Jue would be similar.

But now, things were clearly different.

"Still, I’m looking forward to it," Yan said, smiling.

"At least I don’t have to wake up at 3 or 4 a.m."

"Pfft—"

Yan and Jue Jue’s wedding was streamlined—no lengthy bridal games, no emcee.

She could sleep in, wake up naturally, then get ready at her own pace.

"Oh, by the way, the guest room next to mine already has pressed clothes delivered. Has that guest arrived yet?" Ka Ka asked.

She had just arrived that day and wasn’t familiar with the couple’s other friends, but it was already evening.

The room next to Ka Ka’s... Yan thought for a moment. "She’ll come."

It was reserved for Lin Anran.

Yan believed that if their first encounter had happened, there might be a second crossing of paths.

Knock knock knock—

A sound came from outside the bedroom door.

Gu Jiasui, sitting closest to the door on the chaise lounge, went to open it. Outside stood Xiao Qingnang.

The women inside all turned to look. Xiao Qingnang raised his hands innocently.

"Zhu Jue sent me to ask—can he come over and chat for a bit?"

A unanimous response echoed inside: "No."

"Xiao, you were sent by my brother to use your charm, weren’t you? Jiasui, hold your ground!" Xiao Bao called out.

"Yeah, yeah!"

Gu Jiasui’s face flushed instantly. She planted her hands on her hips. "Out, out! Tonight is girls' night."

Xiao Qingnang lowered his voice. "They were all afraid of getting scolded, so they sent me."

"Aren’t you afraid?" Gu Jiasui raised an eyebrow.

"I am. But I don’t mind being scolded by you," he said with a grin.

Gu Jiasui glared. "Go back—"

Xiao Qingnang returned to Zhu Jue’s side, still smiling. Chu Shen sprang up from the floor.

"Looking that happy—did you succeed? A good start?"

Xiao Qingnang shook his head. "Nope. I got kicked out."

"Girls' night—no boys allowed."

"You got kicked out and you’re still grinning? Ping’an, Yuan Ye, you two go next," Chu Shen said.

"As bros, we must pave the way for Jue!"

Ye Ping’an hesitated. "Chu, would you dare say that in front of the boss lady? Why don’t you go yourself?"

"I don’t want to get thrown out by Yi Zhi," Chu Shen admitted honestly.

Yuan Ye said dryly, "I don’t want to be princess-carried out by her."

The room fell silent.

At last year’s comic convention, Yuan Ye—dressed in a princess costume—had been mobbed by overzealous fans. Luckily, Yan and the others were there. Yi Zhi swooped in, lifting Yuan Ye in a princess carry to safety.

That day, Yuan Ye felt like he had died inside.

Assessing their collective combat skills, the group turned to Brother Fan.

Lin Fan, unfazed, offered seasoned advice: "The night before the wedding, tradition says you shouldn’t see each other. Just endure it."

Tan Dabao blinked. "Bro, just video call her if you have something to say. I’m not risking a group beatdown."

"Or I can relay messages for you."

In the corner, Brother Bao pretended not to hear as he stuck up wedding decorations.

Zhu Jue looked at them all and sighed. "I’m so glad we canceled the bridal gate-crashing games tomorrow."

If that tradition had stayed—with door-blocking, quizzes, and shoe-hiding—he was certain his side would’ve been utterly defeated.

Just Yi Zhi alone, with her superhuman strength, could barricade the door single-handedly!

The wedding also did away with bridesmaids and groomsmen, simply grouping guests by gender.

"So, senior brother, how do you feel now that you’re about to get married?" He Wuji asked.

"I can’t wait for tomorrow—to declare it to the world," Zhu Jue said.

"I thought after all these years, you’d see the wedding as just a formality," Da He remarked.

Zhu Jue pondered. "At first, marriage was just about making it official—declaring we’re each other’s one and only. I didn’t think much about the ceremony itself."

"I just wanted to tell everyone we belong together, that’s all."

"But seeing how everyone came together to make this happen, it’s no longer just about our families. It’s gained so much more meaning."

"Really, we’re so grateful to all of you." His voice was steady, full of sincerity.

"Whoa, Jue, that’s way too mushy," Chu Shen said, rubbing his arms.

"It's only fair. We'll do the same for Old Xiao's wedding."

"Hey, Old Xiao, when's the big day for you and our Teacher Gu?"

Xiao Qingnang gave them a helpless look. "That's up to the boss. I don't get a say."

As if he didn’t want it sooner.

"Tsk, true. You and Jue Jue are both med students with no income yet," Ye Ping'an remarked.

"Once summer break ends, Old Xiao’s back to school, and Teacher Gu’s flying all over the country, right?"

At this, Xiao Qingnang clapped a hand on his shoulder. "Let’s not go there."

"Whenever you two get married, we’ll all come back. We’ll plan another wedding just to give you two decision fatigue," Yuan Ye chimed in.

"Hahahaha."

Yan and Zhu Jue’s wedding was likely the one chance for everyone to reunite anytime soon.

After college graduation, they’d all truly gone their separate ways.

Chu Shen had closed his little restaurant, saying he’d made enough money and didn’t want to tie himself down. Now he planned to travel far and wide, studying seasonal ingredients straight from nature.

Freed from the constraints of his interstellar livestream, Ye Ping'an still had plenty in his bank account but threw himself into his career—competing, writing papers, interning at big firms. He found more satisfaction in earning his own keep. After landing several offers, he ditched the grueling 996 grind for a stable, comfortable state-owned job, despite the 200k pay gap.

Lin Fan’s life was simple. With little An An now in kindergarten, his daily routine revolved around dropping off his wife and kid, living the quiet life of a model citizen.

As for Yuan Ye, the ticking time bomb of his costume-swapping antics led him to freelance work. He decided to start his own photography studio, putting years of gear collection to good use.

The girls weren’t far behind. Yan stayed on for her PhD, Chu Bingbing continued her master’s, and Yi Zhi was sent by Professor Qin to the National Academy of Agricultural Sciences. Over four years, she’d earned a reputation as the "natural-born farming prodigy." Lab rumors claimed that anything she touched—plants, cultures—thrived. Junior students even joked about "praying to Yi Zhi" for green thumbs.

He Xing, a year ahead of them, had already joined a dance troupe. Ding Ling said she’d take a break after the wedding, planning a trip to Xiangxi to unwind.

Gu Jiasui had gotten busier than ever. In four years, she’d cracked the entertainment industry, moving behind the scenes as a producer. She still acted occasionally if a role fit, but her real focus was writing—scripts that told the stories history had glossed over or erased.

That night, Zheng Yi, rushing to the courtyard house after wrapping up another case, bumped into a young woman in the alley, equally lost and clutching an invitation.

"Excuse me, are you here for Yan Qingwen and Zhu Jue’s wedding tomorrow?" Zheng Yi asked.

"Yes! I can’t find the place," the girl replied, adjusting her unique handmade bag.

"Don’t worry, I’m a cop. I’ll take you. What’s your name?"

The pretty girl glanced around curiously but didn’t seem fazed by Zheng Yi. "I’m Lin. Just call me Little Lin."

As Zheng Yi led her to the courtyard, the night breeze tousled their hair, and she couldn’t help but marvel at life’s quirks.

"Fate works in funny ways," she murmured.

Lin Anran followed her inside, where a few people were still waiting.

"Zheng’s here," Lin Fan called out, then froze when he spotted the girl behind her, eyes suddenly glistening.

Moments ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‍later, Lin Anran watched as her family hurried over. She sniffled.

Yeah. Fate really was something.

Tomorrow, she and her three-and-a-half-year-old self would attend her godparents’ wedding together.