Almighty Daughter Runs The World Chapter 2714 (END)

Fatherly love flows silently without a word.

Right then, Ye Zhuo felt a deep reluctance as well. She turned her eyes toward Lin Jincheng and softly called out, “Dad.”

“Yes.” Lin Jincheng fought back his tears. “Zao Zao, Dad feels so happy today.”

Though the words were simple, they made Ye Zhuo's eyes well up with tears.

“Three, two, one...” The wedding host's voice echoed through the hall from inside. “Now, welcome our stunning and graceful bride!”

The best man swung open the doors to the auditorium.

Bells chimed melodiously.

Lin Jincheng took Ye Zhuo's hand and proceeded slowly toward the stage.

Cen Shaoqing waited at the far end of the red carpet.

The path wasn't lengthy, and soon they reached Cen Shaoqing's side.

Lin Jincheng gazed at Cen Shaoqing and warned, “You must not bully Zhuo Zhuo.”

“Rest assured.” Cen Shaoqing met Lin Jincheng's eyes directly. “I give you my word—I’ll never mistreat Zhuo Zhuo. From this day forward, she won’t just be my wife; she’ll be my entire world.”

“Cen Fifth Master, should you ever wrong Miss Ye, we’ll all stand behind her as her supporters!” Leaders from nations around the globe rose from their seats among the guests.

These were faces familiar from television broadcasts.

“Count us in too.” One after another, more guests stood up.

The sight was truly grand.

For them, Ye Zhuo represented more than a divine figure—she was their very faith.

Below the platform, Old Madam Cen, Zhou Xiang, Ye Shu, and others had tears brimming in their eyes.

Cen Shaoqing turned to the assembly and vowed again, “Everyone, please be at ease.”

Only then did Lin Jincheng, voice choked with emotion, finally place Ye Zhuo's hand into Cen Shaoqing's grasp.

Cen Shaoqing gripped Ye Zhuo's hand firmly right away.

The ceremony proceeded flawlessly.

At last, the moment to exchange vows arrived.

Family members from both sides gathered onstage. The couple needed to offer tea and perform the ritual.

They began with the bride's family.

Not just Lin Jincheng and Ye Shu, but also Grandmother Ye Langhua.

Cen Shaoqing offered the tea. “Grandmother, have some tea.”

“Alright.” Ye Langhua beamed widely as she slipped a red envelope into Cen Shaoqing's palm.

“Father, Mother, please have some tea.”

Though Lin Jincheng hesitated inwardly, he accepted the cup with a solemn expression.

On the Cen side, only Zhou Xiang and Old Madam Cen were present.

Ye Zhuo presented the tea. “Grandmother, please have some tea.”

Grandmother.

That title overwhelmed Old Madam Cen. She recalled their first encounter with Ye Zhuo, certain even then that she would become her granddaughter-in-law.

“Wonderful, wonderful.” Old Madam Cen accepted the teacup with trembling hands, sipped delicately, then pressed a red envelope into Ye Zhuo's grasp.

Afterward, Old Madam Cen regarded Ye Zhuo warmly. “Zhuo Zhuo, you are now the lady of our house. Anything concerning you, we’ll honor without fail. Besides the red envelopes, here are the family bank cards, property deeds, and keys.”

Her words prompted a waiter to approach bearing a tray.

Old Madam Cen paused briefly. “If Shaoqing ever dares to wrong you, I’ll disown him as my grandson.”

The declaration sparked thunderous applause throughout the venue.

With the tea ceremony done, the feast commenced officially.

Ye Zhuo slipped backstage to don her banquet attire and joined Cen Shaoqing in toasting the guests.

By the banquet's close, it was already 10 p.m.

Exhausted beyond measure, Ye Zhuo collapsed onto the bed without even removing her makeup.

Downstairs, Cen Shaoqing was still being pulled into drinks by He Ziteng, Zhou Chuyu, Yu Niannian, and others.

In all his memories, Cen Shaoqing had never gotten intoxicated.

Tonight proved no exception.

The trio wouldn't accept defeat and kept trying to outdrink him. Yet before they could topple Cen Shaoqing, they themselves passed out.

Gazing at the trio sprawled unconscious, Cen Shaoqing exhaled in relief. No more interruptions. He brushed imaginary specks from his clothes and headed to the bridal chamber.

The door stood shut.

Hearing it creak open, Ye Zhuo knew Cen Shaoqing had entered. She propped herself against the headboard, voice languid. “Fetch me some water.”

Cen Shaoqing approached, poured a glass, but drank it himself instead of handing it over.

Ye Zhuo grew flustered. “Why’d you drink it!”

Without a word, Cen Shaoqing closed in, tilting her chin upward before sealing her lips with his.

Cool water flowed from his lips into hers.

The room's atmosphere heated rapidly.

Cen Shaoqing, having restrained himself for so long, seized every second.

“Lights! Lights!”

PA—

Darkness enveloped the room as all lights went out.

In the shadows, only faint murmurs echoed.

...

Not until 11 a.m. the following morning did Ye Zhuo stir awake.

“Awake now?”

Cen Shaoqing, impeccably dressed once more, stood by the bed watching her. His profound phoenix eyes gleamed intensely dark.

He seemed a far cry from last night's fervor.

Ye Zhuo shifted slightly, every muscle aching with fatigue. She hurled a pillow at him. “You seem awfully chipper!”

“Chipper?” Cen Shaoqing drew near, bending low to murmur, “I’m the one who exerted myself all night.”

“You’ve got some nerve saying that!” Ye Zhuo reached out and pinched his cheek.

“No strangers here.” Cen Shaoqing's deep voice carried a husky edge.

“What’s the time?” Ye Zhuo pressed on.

“11:30.” Cen Shaoqing replied coolly.

The matter-of-fact response stunned Ye Zhuo. “11:30?”

She’d guessed it was no later than 9:30.

“Yes.”

Ye Zhuo flung back the covers and swung her legs out of bed. “Why didn’t you wake me sooner?”

As the blanket lifted, she noticed her nudity and yanked it back, cheeks flushing crimson. “Out, now.”

“Time to get used to it.”

“Out.”

“Fine, fine.” Cen Shaoqing chuckled helplessly. “I’m going.”

Once Cen Shaoqing stepped out, Ye Zhuo threw off the covers and dressed quickly.

Just as she finished, Cen Shaoqing called from adjacent, “Darling, ready?”

“Yes.”

Cen Shaoqing entered, naturally squeezing toothpaste for her. “Hurry and freshen up—we’re eating. After sleeping so long, you must be famished?”

Pausing, Cen Shaoqing added, “Wait, silly me. How could you be hungry? I’m the starving one.”

Ye Zhuo kept brushing, delivering a kick to his shin.

Cen Shaoqing ceased teasing and splashed water on her face.

Descending the stairs, Ye Zhuo saw Old Madam Cen and Zhou Xiang seated in the dining area, awaiting her.

“Grandma, Mom.” Ye Zhuo greeted warmly.

Old Madam Cen smiled brightly at her. “Zao Zao, come sit. Auntie Wang! Serve rice for Young Madam!”

“Yes, Old Madam.”

Old Madam Cen clasped Ye Zhuo's hand. “Dear child, you must’ve toiled hard last night.”

Cen Shaoqing trained rigorously year-round; strength was never his shortcoming.

Ye Zhuo flushed slightly, diverting the subject. “Grandma, Mom, haven’t you eaten yet?”

“We’re fine,” Zhou Xiang assured.

Old Madam Cen nodded vigorously. “Your mom’s right.”

Even after the wedding concluded, online buzz lingered. Netizens speculated endlessly about the bride and groom’s identities.

The day after.

Ye Zhuo posted on Weibo:

From that moment, rain graced the capital.

Cen Shaoqing responded:

Fortunate to have met you. Henceforth, eternal spring warmth.

End of story