The buzz from Rachel's baby girl faded out, and next up was Peggy's mom's wedding. Adam felt like he'd zipped back to his past life—year-end vibes, holidays packed with friends and family tying the knot left and right.
Back then, single folks like him got bombarded with "red envelopes"—wedding invites that hit like grenades. Brutal stuff! You'd burn through a month or two's pay in a flash. And the "dog food"? Shoved down your throat 'til you were sick of it. 😩 Crashing multiple weddings in a day? Normal. He'd even had a wild stretch—drunk 'til he puked at noon, then still woozy that night and the next day, same hotel, same dishes, same crew, two more rounds. Total appetite killer.
Tables piled with food, barely touched—awkward as heck. Everyone just dropped their cash-stuffed envelopes, stared at each other, and silently mourned their wallets. The two classmates who wed right after? Zero shame. "One more drink, pals—no old friends west of Yangguan Pass! Cheers, bros!" they'd say.
Emmm. They worked out of town, so coming back to wed was a trek. They'd already done it back home, but before heading out, they had to treat their dear old crew. Manners, right? Time was tight, and since the first wedding was a blast, they figured, why not book the same hotel for two more? Everyone's here—perfect!
Except… year-end weddings were so crammed, the hotel just churned out the same dishes for convenience. Wild twist? Adam's gang showed up for one wedding, only to get roped into two more—random classmates they barely knew, ones you'd normally skip. But mid-first-party, faces flushed and drinks flowing, those two dropped the bomb: they'd already married back home, and since everyone was here for the class prez's big day, they'd piggyback their own. Efficient! Fun! Drunk? Crash here—rooms are booked. Sleep it off, then keep going.
These classmates? No chill! 😤 Worse, by the year Adam crossed over, single-dog him still hadn't recouped the year-plus of cash he'd shelled out. Those two ninja classmates? Vanished—no trace. Even if he'd married before crossing over, no chance of clawing that money back. Heartache city.
He seriously wondered if some single-dog deity pitied him, tossing him a穿越 (transmigration) and a system to make up for it with a dazzling new life. This time around, he wasn't just free of single-dog status—he was rolling to weddings with a goddess adored by millions of fans. If this weren't Peggy's mom's big day, he could've flipped through his deck of lady friends to pick a plus-one.
Man, the contrast? Like waking from a dream.
Peggy's mom's wedding was set for Saturday, in a small town near Washington, D.C. Friday night, Adam clocked out, hit New Jersey to meet Peggy, and planned to drive over that night. Rachel's baby drama had already eaten up time, but tomorrow was his day off—no need to beg for leave. Wedding done, back to NYC.
D.C.'s just 300-ish kilometers from New York—40 minutes by plane. But Adam's cautious streak kicked in: no planes if he could help it. So, road trip with Peggy it was. Four hours tops for most drivers.
Peggy's apartment.
"Boss, how's Peggy looking in this bridesmaid dress?"
When Adam rolled in, assistant Lisa was there, helping Peggy try on her gown.
"Lisa, got a big job for you," Adam said, all serious. "Hit up the dress shop now. Get ten backup dresses in Peggy's size."
"Ten backups?" Lisa's jaw dropped.
"Yup!" Adam doubled down. "I know these aren't mass-produced—no exact matches. Different styles are fine. Grab ten for Peggy's mom's bride dress and Erica's bridesmaid gown too, matching sizes. Best quality only. This is Peggy's mom's day—we're doing it right, no slip-ups. Got it?"
"Uh… got it!" Lisa blinked, dazed by Adam's intensity. Even half-lost, she nodded and bolted. As she shut the door, she caught a glimpse of Adam's next move, snapped back to reality, blushed, and muttered, "Pfft!"
Pfft or not, boss's orders were law. Grumbling inwardly, she called the dress shop for ten top-tier backup sets—bride and bridesmaid. She could already picture the shop owner's shock melting into a giddy grin.
Back at Peggy's place.
"Ten backups? What's that about…" Peggy, mid-mirror check, turned to Adam, puzzled.
"Keep going!" Adam channeled Leonard spotting Penny—pants already on the floor as Lisa left, now peeling off his shirt, nodding for Peggy to ignore him and carry on.
"…" Peggy, faced with Adam's antics, was speechless.
And yeah, Adam nailed it. Ten backups? Not overkill at all.
In East Asia, weddings rock red and shun white—custom thing. The West? Different deal. They're all about baring their hearts. Like the saying goes: "Look sharp in mourning white!" They've mastered it, turning that vibe into wedding magic—brides shining at their peak for life's ultimate day.
Peggy's beauty, draped in luxe white? A snow princess stepping into the mortal realm. Mortal Adam's take: You're here, don't leave! So, the plan to drive overnight? Tossed out the window.
Next day.
Knock knock knock!
Knock knock knock!
"Boss, we're seriously late!" Lisa, getting no response, texted, called—phone's off—then banged on the bedroom door.
"Chill," Adam's voice floated out. "We've got time."
"Boss, you're not ready yet?" Lisa eyed the snowy chaos in the living room, facepalming.
What a waste! That gorgeous bridesmaid dress—$5,000, gone! No duplicates available, so Lisa, dead-set on Adam's orders, scrambled overnight for ten different styles. Erica's bridesmaid dress and Peggy's mom's gown had to switch too. Bride's dress? Pricier—$10,000. Three pieces total: $20,000.
Even if the extras could be returned, Adam's night of fun still torched $70,000. Hiss! Shameless rich guy!
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