[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-restarted-life-1992":3,"chapter-my-restarted-life-1992-my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-115":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","My Restarted Life: 1992",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2279665,4460,"Chapter 115: Pitiable and Hateful","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-115",115,"\u003Cp>Tong Huaiyu was stunned, then his face turned ashen, fists clenched, eyes locked on Zhou Andong, muttering under his breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhou Andong, Zhou Andong, your name is Zhou Andong? Fine, very fine—I’ll make you regret being born into this world.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jian Qiu, do you know what you’re doing?” Zhang Deyou shouted in fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu looked at Zhang Deyou in surprise: “Vice Factory Director Zhang, don’t you see what I’m doing? Someone is slandering my husband, splashing filth on him—am I not allowed to clear his name?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How are you going to clear his name?” Zhang Deyou, who had been certain of victory, now lost his composure: “He’s been sleeping with other women—how could you not know?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu smiled, and everyone felt the absolute confidence radiating from her: “Vice Factory Director Zhang, do you really think any woman could steal him away from me? Or is my charm not strong enough to keep his heart, forcing him to cheat elsewhere?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Deyou’s face twisted through shades of blue, red, green, purple, finally turning black, his body trembling with rage. He turned to Gao Qingkui, who sat calmly sipping from an enamel mug, not even setting it down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu sneered, then turned back to Yao Qixin: “Do you really think those two could do anything under my nose?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yao Qixin wanted to say he didn’t believe it, but he wasn’t blind—his wife was pretty, yet beside Jian Qiu, she looked like a plain duckling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Put yourself in his place: with a wife this beautiful, how could you even look at another woman? Even if you wanted to cheat, you’d at least pick someone of equal caliber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And there was one more point, the most undeniable one: Jian Qiu was the union chair of the distillery—both Zhou Andong and his wife Wang Ruomei worked right under her watch. How could they possibly have a chance to fool around?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yao Qixin’s gaze swept over Zhang Deyou, Gao Qingkui, Qu Hongqi, Liu Zhiguang, and Qian Wei. He wasn’t stupid—he’d just been blinded by hatred. Now, finally, he saw the truth. He’d been used. Everything he’d heard had been planted deliberately, meant to turn him against Zhou Andong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I… I…” Yao Qixin looked at Wang Ruomei, wanting to say something, but her cold, emotionless gaze told him everything—there was no going back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How could this happen? How could this happen?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Zhiguang muttered to himself, his eyes burning red with jealousy as he watched Jian Qiu holding Zhou Andong’s hand. Jian Qiu was his perfect goddess—her beauty made him dare not even dream of touching her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, his goddess held Zhou Andong’s hand—and thinking of her lying in Zhou Andong’s arms, moaning softly, filled him with unbearable pain. Why? Are all these women blind? What don’t I have that Zhou Andong does?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, Gao Qingkui, who had been drinking water, spoke: “Although there’s controversy over Zhou Andong and Wang Ruomei’s improper relationship, the damage is already done. To prevent such misconduct from recurring, the decision to dismiss Zhou Andong remains in effect.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong smiled, ignoring Gao Qingkui, and turned to Yao Qixin: “If you’d had the guts to challenge me face-to-face like a man—even if you’d slashed me twice, I wouldn’t blame you. As a man, I understand how you felt hearing those rumors. If it were me, I wouldn’t have ignored it either. But you had no right to come here without knowing the truth, and shove your own wife into the abyss. I pity you for being used—but you don’t deserve forgiveness.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, Zhou Andong took the microphone from Jian Qiu’s hand, looked down at the crowd of workers, and let out a harsh, mocking laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I never expected that after doing so much for you—raising your wages, boosting your pay, giving you money to celebrate a happy New Year—I’d get nothing but insults, slander, and doubt.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There are always people who can’t tell good from bad, right from wrong. Their hearts are full of filth and selfishness—they’re like shameless johns who think every woman in the world is a whore. When one of them falls into water and is saved by a woman, instead of gratitude, they shamelessly use morality to blackmail her, demanding money in return.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong spat the dead cigarette butt onto the floor and crushed it hard under his foot: “The greatest evil in this world is repaying kindness with hatred.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd fell silent, staring at Zhou Andong. Some felt guilt; others sneered. In the face of profit, who the hell cares about conscience?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong walked over to Zhang Deyou and slapped the pile of cash: “You all want this money, don’t you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong scanned the crowd: “I’ll tell you this—this money is mine, and no one can take it from me. Not you, not Zhang Deyou, not Gao Qingkui. What’s mine is mine. You hate it, you’re jealous, you envy it—too bad.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve been fired—the money isn’t yours anymore!” Chen Lao and Meng Xiao and Ding Liuhex began inciting again: “It belongs to all the workers—we won’t let him take it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Right!” someone else shouted. “Don’t let him take the money!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhou Andong, you can leave—but you’re not taking the money.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The money belongs to all the workers—it has nothing to do with you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhou Andong, get out!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get out of the distillery!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong looked at smug Zhang Deyou: “Vice Factory Director Zhang, tell me—should I get this money? Should I take it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Deyou chuckled: “Zhou Andong, I’m the factory director, but I still have to listen to the workers’ voices. If they say you can’t take it, I can’t stop them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good.” Zhou Andong nodded, wrapping the cash in bundles onto the cloth, then tying one bundle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m saying this now: anyone who dares to stop me, I’ll make sure they leave here on their backs.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the meeting hall doors swung open again, and a group of people walked in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Zhang Deyou and Gao Qingkui saw who it was, their faces changed—besides Zuo Peiming, several municipal leaders had arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man leading them, they didn’t recognize—but since he walked at the front of the group, they could guess: he was Chengzhan Army’s newly appointed Party Secretary of Jiangzhou.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both men leapt to their feet and hurried forward, a sudden dread rising in their chests—and it grew stronger with every step closer to the leaders.\u003C\u002Fp>",1072,"2026-06-20T01:18:49.036Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","f46125cbec9504cbf695d885e4d03a7fb890a91ff685e25dc8db793d63730c19","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-116","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-114",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-restarted-life-1992-cover.jpg"]