It would have been one thing if they had simply acknowledged Lin Xuan and taken him back.
But to throw a grand recognition banquet for him with such fanfare!
Wasn't this a vicious slap to her face?
Lin Chang noticed the unnatural look on Jiang Shuqin's face and took the invitation from her hand.
"The Jiang family is actually officially recognizing Lin Xuan!"
Lin Chang's face was also full of shock.
"Now Lin Xuan doesn't just have a massive company like Tianmu Group, he also has a huge backer like the Jiang family."
"Cough, cough, cough—"
Lin Chang was filled with endless regret.
If only he had known, if only he had known, he would have treated Lin Xuan better before.
Otherwise, his company wouldn't be bankrupt right now.
He might have even been able to build a connection with the Jiang family.
The future of Xinghui Group would have been limitless.
How would things have ended up like this? The company was bankrupt. In the past, he could casually buy clothes worth tens or even hundreds of thousands.
Now, he could only afford suits that cost a few thousand.
Also, in the past, no matter where he went, he would be flattered and fawned over.
And now?
He humbly tried to curry favor with his so-called friends and the people in the upper-class circles, but every single one of them ignored him.
They would even openly mock him for spoiling a blockhead son like Lin Li while throwing away a pearl like Lin Xuan.
When had he ever suffered such humiliation before?
Hearing Lin Chang's words, Lin Li also froze.
A recognition banquet?
Lin Li's eyes were filled with envy.
How was it that Lin Xuan had monopolized all the good things in the world?
Jiang Shuqin gritted her teeth. "They actually want me to attend Lin Xuan's recognition banquet to slap my face. How could I possibly let them have their way?"
Since the Jiang family treated her like this, it was impossible for her to ever go back.
After snatching the banquet invitation back from Lin Chang's hands, Jiang Shuqin tried to tear it up.
Seeing her actions, Lin Chang quickly snatched the invitation back.
"What are you doing?" Lin Chang said with an ugly expression.
Jiang Shuqin gritted her teeth and said, "I'm going to tear it up."
"What's the point of keeping this piece of trash?"
Lin Chang said, "You can't tear it. Not only can you not tear it, but we also have to use it to attend the Jiang family's recognition banquet."
"What? Attend the Jiang family's recognition banquet for Lin Xuan?"
Jiang Shuqin widened her eyes as if she had just heard something unbelievable. "You actually want to attend the Jiang family and Lin Xuan's recognition banquet!"
"Lin Chang, the Jiang family is clearly trying to slap our faces!"
"By going to this banquet, aren't you just offering your face up for them to hit?"
The Lin family was a complete mess right now.
She and Lin Chang had minor arguments every day and major blowouts every three days.
She absolutely couldn't stand the sight of the Jiang family's harmonious and happy scenes.
Lin Chang said, "Now that our company is bankrupt, we can't even attend those high-society banquets anymore."
"Many of the people invited by the Jiang family must have extraordinary statuses. Let alone now, we couldn't even interact with them in the past."
"If I can latch onto just one of them, I might be able to make a comeback."
Lin Chang's face was full of longing.
"Also, the Jiang family never invited us to their banquets before, but this time they took the initiative to invite us. Maybe they aren't trying to slap our faces, but rather want to mend their relationship with us."
If he could latch onto the Jiang family, it would surely take him only a few years to rebuild his company.
Right now, Lin Chang didn't want to give up even the slightest opportunity.
Although Lin Li's medical company was starting to show some results now.
However.
He still wanted to start his own company.
A company that wasn't restricted by Lin Xuan.
If the Jiang family acted as his backer, Lin Xuan would absolutely not dare to target his company.
"Heh—"
Jiang Shuqin sneered. "Lin Chang, keep dreaming."
"The Jiang family has long stopped seeing me as their daughter in their eyes. Plus, Lin Xuan is now the apple of their eye. Do you really think they would ignore Lin Xuan's feelings and mend ties with us?"
Jiang Shuqin saw through all of this very clearly.
How could Lin Chang not understand what Jiang Shuqin meant?
But he was out of options now.
He didn't want to miss a single opportunity.
Moreover.
Now that the company was bankrupt, Jiang Shuqin wasn't living as well as before. At the end of the day, she was still the flesh and blood of that old fogey from the Jiang family.
Perhaps that old fogey from the Jiang family pitied his daughter and wanted to mend their relationship. It wasn't an impossible scenario.
"Lin Chang, since you want to go and humiliate yourself, then go ahead. I won't be joining you," Jiang Shuqin said.
"Tap, tap, tap."
She went upstairs.
She didn't immediately return to her room; instead, she stood in the hallway.
Lin Chang held the invitation like a precious treasure, sitting on the sofa and examining it carefully.
Whether he could make a comeback all depended on this one opportunity.
"Dad."
Lin Li walked over. "Are you really going to attend the Jiang family's recognition banquet?"
"Yes, I have to go," Lin Chang nodded.
Lin Chang looked up at Lin Li. "Li'er, the recognition banquet is this Saturday. You should come with me."
"But..." Lin Li didn't want to go.
He thought the same way Jiang Shuqin did.
The Jiang family invited them to the reunion banquet just to slap them in the face.
He didn't want to offer his own face up for them to slap.
Lin Chang's face turned cold. "Li'er, your wings are fully grown now, so you're not going to listen to your father anymore, is that it?"
Seeing Lin Li successfully develop his company, Lin Chang had actually started to harbor some resentment toward him.
He was the absolute head of the family.
Ever since the Xinghui Group collapsed, he had accomplished nothing. He wanted to apply for high-level management positions at other companies.
But as soon as they saw his name, they didn't dare to hire him.
They were all worried that they would be targeted by Lin Xuan!
Meanwhile, Lin Li's pharmaceutical company had already begun to take shape.
If it truly took off in the future.
Then Li'er would become the biggest earner in the family.
Li'er's say in the family would also definitely surpass his own.
Lin Chang absolutely would not allow his position as the head of the household to be challenged!
Seeing the look on Lin Chang's face, Lin Li's heart skipped a beat.
Lin Chang still had quite a bit of money in his hands right now.
And he hadn't managed to get it from him yet.
He couldn't afford to let Lin Chang be dissatisfied with him.
Lin Li hurriedly said, "Dad, how could that be? I support whatever you do. Don't worry, I'll go with you that day."
Lin Xuan had ruined the Xinghui Group and his eldest sister's skincare company just to make him live in poverty.
He wanted to show Lin Xuan whether his wishful thinking had actually panned out.
When the time came, he could thoroughly annoy Lin Xuan.
Lin Qingwan also returned.
"Dad, Xiao Li, you're both here."
Her voice carried a hint of intoxication.
Lin Chang looked at Lin Qingwan's flushed face and the smell of alcohol radiating from her.
He furrowed his brows tightly. "Wan'er, have you been drinking again?"
"Yeah."
Lin Qingwan sat down on the sofa.
She covered her eyes with her hands, only feeling a slight ache in her head.
Lin Chang looked at his eldest daughter with a face full of concern.
In the past, she had helped him manage the Xinghui Group while also running her own skincare company.
Ever since the skincare company went bankrupt.
She had been constantly depressed, frequently lingering in bars.
She had even made a bunch of bad friends.
He didn't know when Wan'er would finally be able to recover.
Among all his children, besides Li'er, Wan'er was the one with the most business talent.

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!

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