Chapter 511: Chapter 511

"Hey, Boss Leng, as your best buddy, how can you just focus on having fun with your little wife and not care about whether I’m dead or alive?"

"Get to the point, hurry up."

Upon hearing this, Shen Yiming couldn’t help but secretly grumble: Wow, ditching friends for a girl, huh!

You’ll get yours during the wedding room pranks!

"Oh, I’ve almost finished with the invitations, visited whoever needed a personal visit, delivered to whichever companies needed it, just missing that one."

Efficiency at its finest.

Leng Lingxiao raised an eyebrow, "Arrived at Jin City?"

At this moment, while preparing to eat durian, Tang Xiaowan perked up her ears.

She knew Li Garden would be the last stop.

"Impressive! Right, I just wanted to seriously ask whether you want me to go through the usual procedures or just casually toss it to him?"

Actually, four days ago, when Zhao Renjie left Chicheng, he had already arranged for the invitation deliveries. Those left for Shen Yiming were particularly significant, like the Jincheng Li Family.

In terms of family backgrounds and his relationship with Leng Lingxiao, Shen Yiming was the best man for the job.

"Handle it yourself, that’s it."

Holding his phone, Shen Yiming secretly grumbled again: Handle it myself? Well, now I can do as I please!

Meanwhile, at the Huang City Leng Family.

By all accounts, given that the Jiang and Leng families were old friends, it was necessary to deliver an invitation for the son of Leng Jiangping’s wedding. However, the Jiang Family had just faced a calamity last month.

The Jiang Family went bankrupt, Jiang Kexin crashed her car into the Jiang Family’s gate, and Mrs. Jiang suddenly passed away from a heart attack.

The thought alone made Leng Jiangping anxious.

He sat on the leather sofa in his study, holding three invitations, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Jiang Yongheng, Jiang Yongxing, Jiang Yongli!"

The gold double happiness character on the invitations shone brightly under the light.

"It’s good that the three siblings have reconciled."

"Just one trip will do!"

"Ah, just not sure about Old Jiang..."

Madam Leng, Yang Aihua, sat upright beside Leng Jiangping, her gaze soft yet firm, her hands gently caressing a delicate teacup.

She understood what her husband was worried about and also sympathized with the Jiang Family’s misfortune and change. But as part of the hosting side, some things had to be done, even if it might cause some discomfort for both parties.

"We should still send it, otherwise it would look bad for everyone," Madam Leng said softly.

Leng Jiangping reluctantly nodded, sighed, knowing his wife was right, but emotionally still had some reservations and concerns.

"I’m just afraid it might bring up painful memories for Old Jiang," he said in a low voice, a hint of helplessness in his voice.

Madam Leng gently patted her husband’s hand, "When delivering it...speak tactfully, you know how Old Jiang is, we have to send it."

After a moment of thought, Leng Jiangping finally nodded and took a deep breath before carefully placing the invitations into his wife’s purse, then stood up.

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With that, Madam Leng smiled slightly, nodded quickly, set down the teacup, picked up the blue purse with the invitations, and walked out of the study shoulder to shoulder with her husband.

Thus, the couple drove to the Jiang household, but Leng Jiangping’s mood was still somewhat heavy.

Their car drove smoothly along the road.

Upon reaching the Jiang residence, they coincided with Jiang Kede about to leave for errands. He showed a look of surprise when he saw Leng Jiangping and Yang Aihua arriving, but he quickly regained his composure.

He hadn’t expected them to come over.

Last month, when Jiang Kexin went to Chicheng to intentionally harm Tang Xiaowan, Jiang Kede only heard about it from his aunt, Jiang Yongli, a few days ago.

He had thought that the Leng Family would choose to sever ties.

Little did he know that Leng Jiangping and his wife were completely unaware of the incident, and the reason Leng Lingxiao had not told his parents was purely out of filial piety.

Would Leng Jiangping and his wife tolerate someone being so harsh towards their prospective daughter-in-law, Tang Xiaowan?

Besides, they highly valued Tang Xiaowan.

"Go quickly, call my father down and say that Uncle Leng and his family have arrived." Jiang Kede excitedly looked at the butler, feeling overjoyed.

His aunt was right, Leng Jiangping indeed had a forthright nature, it was his sister Jiang Kexin who was too stubborn.

The butler nodded and then left.

Three minutes after reporting, Jiang Yongheng, who had recently recovered from a serious illness, finally slowly walked downstairs.

"Jiang Ping, why have you come?" Although Jiang Yongheng’s breath was a bit short, he tried to keep it stable; he didn’t want his friend to pity him.

Leng Jiangping looked at Jiang Yongheng’s pale face and couldn’t help feeling emotional.

He knew how much the departure of Jiang Kexin and Mrs. Jiang had affected Jiang Yongheng, but he also understood that now was not the time to express sympathy, so he smiled and stepped forward to shake hands with Jiang Yongheng.

"We’ve come to deliver invitations," said Leng Jiangping, and he signaled to his wife to bring out the three invitations that had been prepared earlier, and handed them over to Jiang Yongheng with both hands, "You are our big brother, about Yongxing and Yongli’s place... I won’t go, taking a little break."

Jiang Yongheng smiled as he took the three invitations, a complex emotion flickering in his eyes.

Off to the side, Jiang Kede was utterly shocked.

These wedding invitations were... made of pure gold?

Ah, if Kexin were still alive, seeing this would break her heart, it’s too extravagant!

Jiang Yongheng glanced at the content of the invitations and then turned to Leng Jiangping, "Your handwriting is still so good, strong and vigorous!" he said, trying to control his emotions, "Okay, I will definitely be on time."

Watching Jiang Yongheng’s forced smile, Leng Jiangping clearly understood the bitterness behind it.

What could he say at this moment?

Jiang Kexin had always dreamed of marrying Leng Lingxiao, but her feelings were unrequited, and in the end, she took a path of no return, indulging herself recklessly.

Even though she was gone, she still faced criticism.

"Get well soon, we’re still waiting to go fishing together," Leng Jiangping changed the topic.

Hearing this, Madam Leng quickly chimed in, "Jiang Ping has been so bored lately, he keeps mentioning... why hasn’t he asked him to go fishing yet?"

At this, Jiang Yongheng’s eyes brimmed slightly with tears.

He knew that the Leng couple truly cared for him, but it only deepened his guilt.

His daughter, Jiang Kexin, had committed such outrageous acts, he dared not hope for Leng Jiangping’s forgiveness, and naturally, he couldn’t face visiting the Leng Family again.

Jiang Yongheng took a deep breath and slowly began, "Jiang Ping, there’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you, but never found the right moment. Before our Jiang Family declared bankruptcy, the way you secretly maneuvered at the bank to help us... I already know all about it, thank you, thank you!"

Leng Jiangping looked at his wife and smiled faintly.

He indeed had secretly offered support, not only with the banks but also with those who frequently visited the Jiang Family to press for debts. If not for his maneuvers behind the scenes, Jiang Yongheng might have been driven to despair.

"Old Jiang, why mention these things? We’ve known each other for decades, isn’t it all supposed to be this way?"

Jiang Yongheng shook his head thoughtfully, tears gleaming in his eyes, "No, Jiang Ping, I, Jiang Yongheng, will forever remember your kindness. If it weren’t for you, our Jiang Family probably wouldn’t even have a place to live. This favor... I will never forget for the rest of my life."

"Look at you, you’re being too formal!"

"Kexin was thoughtless, almost causing harm to little Wan... you and your wife were so generous, not stooping to her level, and I’ve always felt uneasy, too ashamed to face you, I’m sorry!"

Leng Jiangping and his wife exchanged glances, though puzzled, they did not continue to ask.

"Let the past be the past."