Almighty Daughter Runs The World Chapter 2713

Upon getting the reminder, Cen Shaoqing dropped to one knee without delay. “Leader, marry me.”

Before Ye Zhuo had a chance to respond, Li Yueyue chimed in, “If I’m going to marry you, you’d better have the three obediences and four virtues memorized first.”

The relatives and friends nearby instantly joined in, chanting, “Three obediences and four virtues! Memorize the three obediences and four virtues!”

How isolated was Cen Shaoqing on normal days?

They all seized this moment to tease him good-naturedly.

After all, such a chance didn’t come often.

Miss it today, and he’d revert to being the unreachable Cen Fifth Master.

Reciting the three obediences and four virtues was no challenge for Cen Shaoqing at all. He rattled it off effortlessly: “Follow the leader when she goes out. Obey the leader’s orders. Accept the leader’s words as truth even if wrong. Wait on the leader while she does makeup. Foot the bill when the leader spends. Endure when the leader’s upset. Remember the leader’s birthday.”

Gazing at Cen Shaoqing kneeling there with the three obediences and four virtues perfectly recited, Zhou Chuyue whispered to He Ziteng, “Fifth Brother’s going to be super henpecked down the line.”

The advanced stage kind, no less.

He Ziteng grinned. “Does that even need saying?”

Once he’d finished reciting the three obediences and four virtues, Ye Zhuo set aside her fan, unveiling her stunning, captivating features. She articulated clearly, “Mr. Cen, starting today, you’re promoted from intern to full-time.”

With those words, Ye Zhuo accepted the flowers from him.

Staring at her visage, Cen Shaoqing’s heart pounded so wildly it nearly burst free from his chest.

For a moment, he flashed back to that afternoon when he’d confessed his love to her.

“Let’s go home!” As he spoke, Cen Shaoqing moved to stand and scoop Ye Zhuo into his arms.

“Hold on,” Zhao Pingting interjected just then.

“Anything else?” Cen Shaoqing glanced over and inquired.

Zhao Pingting went on, “Fifth Master, the bridal shoes are still missing!”

Shoes?

Cen Shaoqing glanced down, raising the hem of Ye Zhuo’s gown. Beneath it, her feet were completely bare.

“Where are the shoes?” Cen Shaoqing questioned.

“Where are the shoes? You find them yourself, naturally,” An Lizi declared. “Your groomsmen and escorts can pitch in too. Here’s a tip: they’re somewhere in this room. Get searching!”

Armed with the hint, the group sprang into action.

Yet despite flipping the place upside down—even checking the trash—they came up empty after ages of hunting.

He Ziteng eyed the bridesmaids. “Give us one more hint!”

Li Yueyue folded her arms. “A hint’s possible, but it’ll cost you.”

“Got it.” Zhou Chuyue promptly pulled out the red packets He Ziteng still owed.

Li Yueyue and the other bridesmaids pocketed the red packets happily before pointing them in the right direction.

After plenty of hassle, they at last located the wedding shoes.

Cen Shaoqing got down on one knee to slip the wedding shoes onto Ye Zhuo’s feet, then swept her up into his arms. “Let’s head home.”

Cen Shaoqing carried her straight to the wedding car, wary the bridesmaids might change their minds and throw more obstacles his way.

Luckily, the bridesmaids held off on more tricks and climbed into the trailing wedding car instead.

This was a classic traditional wedding. Cen Shaoqing had considered eight big sedan chairs originally, but worried about traffic jams, so he skipped them.

A whopping 28 wedding cars in total.

Every one a Maserati, with sequential license plates no less.

…

Meanwhile.

A convoy of opulent wedding cars took over the web.

Folks everywhere speculated on which tycoon was tying the knot.

Not just that—dozens of helicopters dotted the skies that calm morning.

The capital boasted plenty of elites, but swarms of choppers heading one way? That was unheard of.

[My solid source says nearly every global heavyweight is in the capital today.]

[For this wedding?]

[Quit exaggerating. Who gets hitched to summon all the elites?]

[It happens—like Miss Ye and Cen Fifth Master! Though no wedding date’s out yet.]

[Hey upstairs, your source spill who’s marrying?]

[…]

Online buzz exploded with wild theories and debates.

Meantime, the wedding procession pulled up at a five-star hotel.

The place belonged to Cen Shaoqing himself. He’d shut it down for half a month to gear up for the big day.

Now it brimmed with guests.

The elites had converged there too.

Ye Zhuo, arm in arm with Lin Jincheng, waited just outside the auditorium doors for the ceremony to kick off.

Dim light filtered in.

Lin Jincheng’s face stayed shadowed, yet Ye Zhuo’s arm bore a telltale streak of moisture.