God Punishes, Adam Blesses

New York.

On the Hudson River.

Vance Mout Hotel.

Groom's dressing room.

"Puff!"

After Adam dealt with the troublemaker Scooter, he pushed open the door and immediately burst out laughing, "Marshall, what are you doing?"

"I also want to know what I'm doing?!"

Marshall, whose hair was completely split in two with a shaved bald patch down the middle, screamed in frustration.

"What's going on?"

Adam suppressed a laugh and said seriously.

"Lily's cousin is studying at a beauty school. Lily didn't want her to do her hair, so she had her come and mess with me instead."

Marshall exclaimed in frustration, "And then she gave me this awful hairstyle..."

"She pushed you like this with a scalpel?"

Adam was dumbfounded.

"No."

The best man, Ted, rubbed his hands together and said, "We were discussing what this hairstyle was like when Marshall suddenly went crazy and grabbed the clippers and shaved himself like this. I didn't have time to react at all."

"What should we do now?!"

Marshall yelled in frustration.

"Don't get agitated."

Adam comforted him, saying, "Perhaps your love with Lily is just too sweet and too smooth, and even God can't stand it anymore. He's going to give you two a good test at the wedding. Just take it as a test."

And with me here, there won't be any problems.

So what if he's half bald?

"Just find a wig or wear a hat, and you're all set."

"Real?"

Marshall wondered.

"Trust me, you won't be wrong."

Adam laughed and said, "Lily loves you for who you are, not for anything else."

"Yes."

Ted chimed in, "You guys are having a blast even with farting contests, what's this compared to that?"

"You invented this!"

Marshall yelled, "If I hadn't been having so much fun with you, how would I have thought of playing this kind of game with Lily?!"

"We're brothers, we can play this game."

Ted, both amused and exasperated, said, "I'm not going to marry you."

"So you mean I can't marry Lily now?"

Marshall retorted.

Clearly, even the usually easygoing Marshall has developed pre-wedding jitters.

"Sure."

Adam held back his laughter, barely managing to suppress the urge to burst out laughing. He said with a forced smile, "You two are the sweetest couple, and soon you'll be the sweetest married couple. Playing this kind of game is a kind of fun... Well, of course, it's best to just play it at home."

Emmm.

We also need to open the windows for ventilation.

Ted repeatedly reminded Marshall, through one of his bald uncles who wore wigs, that the groom needed a wig.

Finally, when hints failed, they mostly stared at Uncle Marshall's head for a while before Marshall bald uncle finally turned his gaze away from the group of guests who weren't wearing wigs at all, and reluctantly handed over his own wig.

Adam went to get a hat.

In the end, Marshall still felt it was better to wear a hat.

Because Uncle Marshall's wig was substandard; it only covered the front half, leaving the back half uncovered.

I wonder what Marshall's uncle was thinking.

This is clearly a case of focusing on the head but neglecting the 'butt'.

After dealing with Marshall, Adam walked away first.

He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he might encounter something bizarre that would make him burst out laughing.

The groom was getting anxious, but you couldn't stop laughing.

That would be really unfair.

"How's Lily doing?"

After walking out, I ran into Juno.

"Don't even mention it."

Juno laughed and said, "Lily has really had a bad day. Either her veil got dirty, or she lost her special wedding underwear."

"Specially made wedding underwear?"

Adam asked curiously.

"It's a pair of wedding underwear that says 'This is Marshall Erickson's exclusive butt.'"

Juno laughed and said, "If I don't wear it so others can see, how will they know?"

"..."

Adam's lips twitched.

The bride's wedding dress is white, which easily exposes skin. If she wears these special wedding underwear underneath, it clearly tells everyone that this is exclusively for Marshall Erickson.

This is just too embarrassing.

"Lily didn't throw it away on purpose, did she?"

Adam felt he had grasped the key point.

"No."

Juno shook her head. "Lily doesn't mind this. In fact, she quite likes the idea. The emotions she was in such a hurry to find just now can't be faked."

"Then just write another one."

Adam retorted, "I remember Marshall's notes. Go get a new pair of wedding underwear, and I'll write it down."

"Alright."

Juno's eyes lit up.

Adam followed her into the bridal dressing room, calmed the anxious Lily down, and then had Lily describe the structure, size, and color. He combined these elements in his mind and wrote them directly onto a new pair of wedding underwear.

"That's it! Wow! It's exactly the same!"

Lily grabbed her new wedding underwear and shouted happily, "Adam, you're amazing!"

"Hehe."

Adam laughed and said, "So, Lily, don't worry. If you have any problems, just come to me. Your wedding with Marshall will go smoothly."

"Mmm-hmm."

Lily nodded repeatedly.

"I think you could take a look around."

Juno reminded them, "See where we need help and help in advance, so that we don't run into any problems on the actual wedding day."

"Alright."

Adam thought about it and agreed.

It hasn't been long, and the bride and groom are already facing a lot of trouble.

Perhaps their relationship was just too smooth and sweet, even God, the single God, couldn't stand it anymore.

If Adam hadn't stepped in to resolve these troubles, Marshall and Lily would probably have had some regrets on this joyous day.

Adam left the bride's dressing room and went to the hall.

The wedding is about to take place, and all the guests have arrived.

Lily's original dream of a small wedding with twenty or thirty relatives and friends increased three or four times due to the connections and networks of each family's parents, reaching more than one hundred people.

Barney, the best man who was supposed to help Marshall with his problems, was instead strolling among the women with a glass of wine, asking, "Can I have your phone number?"

After the woman refused, he added, "This is what the bride wanted," and then looked smugly at the beautiful woman who was eager to give him her phone number.

Adam met his gaze, his expression indifferent and disdainful.

He immediately looked away, turned around, and left.

After being thrown out of the bar several times, Adam clearly knew he wasn't joking.

"Ah!"

At that moment, a pained female voice rang out.

"God, Gretchen, what's wrong?"

Someone called out with concern.

Adam quickly walked over and saw a woman clutching her hand in pain, with a broken cup on the ground and hot water spilled everywhere. He pushed through the crowd and said, "I'm a doctor, I've come to take a look."

"It hurts!"

The woman named Gretchen cried out, "My God, the bar exam is in a few weeks, and I was fully prepared. How could this happen!"

"It doesn't matter."

Adam examined it and smiled, "The burn isn't too bad. It's been slightly repaired and will heal quickly. It won't interfere with your exam."

"Won't?"

Gretchen was taken aback.

Adam's heart skipped a beat, and he looked at her intently. "No, I'm Adam Duncan, Marshall and Lily's good friend. And you are?"

Gretchen Hans.

Gretchen forced a smile and said, "Marshall's senior."

Adam looked around at everyone and, seeing that they were all from Columbia Law School, nodded. "Today is Marshall and Lily's wedding, I can't leave. Your injury needs to be treated immediately, or I can call you a car?"

"I can hold out for a while, I'll stay and attend the wedding."

Gretchen forced a smile.

"It's best not to."

Adam said with a half-smile, "Your injury needs to be treated immediately. You don't want to have scars or anything like that, do you?"

Moreover, if the wound is damaged again later, then he really won't be able to take the bar exam a few weeks later.

You've worked so hard for so long; you should prioritize your career. Marshall and Lily will understand.

Otherwise, they will feel very embarrassed.

You wouldn't want them to carry this responsibility and feel guilty for a long time, would you?

"All right."

Gretchen, not daring to look at Adam again.

P. S.: Thanks to Twilight of Leaves and Robber Wu for the donations!