Almighty Daughter Runs The World Chapter 2711
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Ye Zao inquired, “How can a beautiful person not have beautiful eyes?”
The photographer stepped in right then, lifting his camera and announcing, “Bride and bridesmaids, let’s snap a group photo.”
“Alright.”
Li Yueyue and An Lizi quickly moved to Ye Zao’s side.
While snapping shots, the photographer directed their poses. “Perfect, perfect, just like that. Bridesmaid, dial back that overly joyful smile—act a bit more reserved.”
“Three, two, one! Great! Cheese!”
“Switch poses and grab a fan.”
Every stunning moment got captured forever in the lens.
“Bride, now a solo shot.”
The shutter snapped away.
Beautiful sights always draw admiration, particularly from those behind the lens.
Photographing Ye Zao proved effortless—no hunting for the right angle required, since she looked impeccable from every direction.
Her beauty struck the soul deeply.
Utterly effortless and natural.
Once done, the photographer asked, “Bride, care for a family photo with your parents and relatives?”
“Sure.”
Downstairs, Ye Shu, Lin Jincheng, Lin Ze, and Bai Jingshu handled other tasks.
Little White dashed off to fetch them.
They arrived shortly after.
Clad in a vibrant red bridal gown, Ye Zao sat gracefully by the bed.
The sight made Lin Jincheng’s eyes well up instantly.
She was getting married.
His precious daughter was truly tying the knot.
“Grandma, Mom, Dad, brother, sister-in-law—come for the photo.”
Lin Jincheng fought back tears, forced a grin, nodded, and approached Ye Zao.
Lin Jincheng and Ye Shu positioned themselves behind Ye Zao, while Bai Jingshu and Lin Ze flanked them holding their child. Ye Langhua stood next to Ye Zao.
Peering through the viewfinder, the photographer instructed, “Folks, ease up—flash some smiles.”
Ye Shu and Bai Jingshu beamed.
Yet Lin Jincheng and Lin Ze struggled to crack a smile.
Emotions swirled chaotically inside them, leaving a heavy ache.
Click!
The moment stood frozen in the camera.
“One more shot.”
Meanwhile.
At the Cen family estate.
Cen Shaoqing donned his wedding suit and emerged from the bedroom.
“Fifth brother!” He Ziteng had suited up as best man too.
The other best man was Zhou Chuyue.
Zhou Chuyue and Cen Shaoqing shared a bond from childhood playdays. At age ten, Zhou’s family relocated overseas, limiting their meetings, yet their brotherhood endured.
“Chuyue, did your girlfriend return with you?” He Ziteng eyed Zhou Chuyue.
Zhou Chuyue shook his head. “Nope, work keeps her tied up.”
“Oh.”
Cen Shaoqing’s red wedding attire accentuated his striking looks, evoking a dashing Republic-era gentleman straight from an oil painting.
Elegant and captivating.
“Fifth brother, that wedding suit suits you well,” Zhou Chuyue grinned. “I’ll borrow the style for my big day.”
He Ziteng chimed in, “Think your foreign girlfriend will embrace our cultural traditions?”
Zhou Chuyue’s girlfriend hailed from abroad.
Accepting local customs posed a challenge for foreigners.
Zhou Chuyue pondered briefly. “It should work out.”
“I’d say it’s tricky,” He Ziteng replied.
Zhou Chuyue’s foreign girlfriend had a fiery temper—only he could put up with it. He Ziteng wouldn’t last a single day.
Turning to Cen Shaoqing, He Ziteng added, “Fifth brother, feeling nervous yet?”
Cen Shaoqing straightened his cuffs, parting his lips faintly. “Somewhat.”
Contemplating his imminent meeting with Ye Zao and her soon becoming his wife filled Cen Shaoqing with real tension.
Excitement bubbled too.
Insomnia had plagued him for the three days leading up.
Last night brought zero shut-eye—he flipped restlessly, her image dominating his thoughts.
Morning was Qing, evening was Qing.
Morning and evening, all Qing.
A little!
Shock widened He Ziteng’s eyes.
Oh my god!
What had his ears just caught?
Cen Shaoqing admitting to nerves.
The mighty Cen Fifth Master, nervous!
He Ziteng grinned. “Never thought I’d see the day for fifth brother.”
Cen Shaoqing’s face remained impassive. “Just a regular guy here.”
Zhou Chuyue added, “Fifth brother, you’re truly ordinary then.”
Cen Shaoqing glanced at his watch. “Time’s up—let’s head downstairs.”
Old Mrs. Cen and Zhou Xiang awaited below, dressed in festive cheer.
Old Mrs. Cen especially shone in her qipao.
Her silver locks paired beautifully with the wine-red cheongsam, creating a harmonious, tranquil elegance.