[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-restarted-life-1992":3,"chapter-my-restarted-life-1992-my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-15":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},2279565,4460,"Chapter 15: Misunderstanding","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-15",15,"\u003Cp>“You take kindness for granted, huh?” Zhou Andong grabbed Jiang Yuyue’s arm. “Come on, big brother’s taking you to buy it right now—so you stop being paranoid.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuyue let herself be dragged forward without struggling, then boarded the bus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where to?” Jiang Yuyue asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Department store,” Zhou Andong said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s expensive!” Jiang Yuyue’s eyes narrowed, a faint smile tugging at her lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Only expensive things show sincerity,” Zhou Andong replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the department store, Zhou Andong headed straight to the third floor women’s wear section; Jiang Yuyue followed silently behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After circling nearly the entire floor, Zhou Andong finally stopped, pointing at a black women’s suit. “What do you think of this? With your vibe, it’s pure senior lady energy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuyue had never heard the term “senior lady” before, but she grasped its basic meaning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you say it’s good, it’s good. I don’t care.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Snap!” Zhou Andong snapped his fingers at the sales clerk. “Take this one. Show this beautiful lady to the fitting room.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong wore work clothes and muddy rubber-soled shoes; the clerk didn’t want to deal with him—but then she noticed Jiang Yuyue’s outfit, clearly high-end, and instantly became enthusiastic, upgrading her service level several notches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You look stunning in this—it’s clearly made for you. Anyone else without your aura couldn’t pull off this effect.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clerk said this often, but this time, the sincerity was unmistakable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong nodded, forced to admit: this girl looked elegant and poised in the professional suit—her sister couldn’t match it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’ll take it. Ring it up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Four hundred and sixty yuan. Zhou Andong paid without blinking. Jiang Yuyue was stunned—so quick? Had he been abandoned? Was this guy robbing his ex-father-in-law’s bank to get revenge?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong rubbed his chin, sizing up Jiang Yuyue. “You’ve got the suit, but your shoes don’t match.” He slapped his thigh as if making a monumental decision. “Fine. I’ll see this through. I’ll buy you shoes too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong bought Jiang Yuyue a pair of black, round-toed, thick-heeled leather shoes. Once on, she looked even taller and more harmonious, subtly enhancing her allure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now this feels right,” Zhou Andong said, satisfied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuyue crossed her arms, smiling at him, still silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong’s heart jolted. “What’s that look for?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your fox tail’s showing,” Jiang Yuyue said. “Spit it out—what are you really after? Buying me clothes and shoes?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s you!” Zhou Andong grumbled. “I did say I needed your help. Didn’t we agree the other day? The clothes and shoes? Pure apology. Nothing to do with asking you for help.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuyue tilted her head, still smiling. His words sounded reasonable—but knowing Zhou Andong, his statements were mostly water. She could believe at most three-tenths of it, and even that with a question mark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine. Then tell me—what do you need me to help with?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong unbuttoned his cotton overcoat, revealing the camera hanging from his chest. “I’m taking your photo.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My photo?” Jiang Yuyue froze. Suddenly, she remembered the scene at the children’s park. Her eyes widened, glaring fiercely at Zhou Andong. “You want to shoot me for a calendar, don’t you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong gave a thumbs-up, buttering her up. “Impressive. One guess and you got it. Smarter than your sister.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuyue became a furious little wildcat, kicking Zhou Andong’s leg. “I knew you had bad intentions! You want me to wear a skimpy swimsuit for a calendar? Forget it. I’d rather die.” She turned and walked off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey!” Zhou Andong grabbed her arm. “When did I say anything about a swimsuit?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?” Jiang Yuyue blinked. “You’re not shooting swimsuit photos?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong’s face darkened. “Listen—I’m telling you, our factory’s reform is real. We’re launching a new liquor. I want to use calendars for advertising.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuyue muttered something, crouched down, and rubbed his leg. “Does it hurt?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Zhou Andong’s thick-skinned frame, Jiang Yuyue’s kick felt like a mosquito bite—but he still winced. “Ow! Don’t touch! Don’t touch! It hurts!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Serves you right!” A flicker of concern flashed in Jiang Yuyue’s eyes. “Who told you to speak so unclearly?” She reached to roll up his pant leg.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong quickly stopped her, pulling her up. “It’s fine. I’ll rest a bit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuyue supported him. “Let me help you sit over there.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong smirked, limping as Jiang Yuyue guided him to a nearby bench, then sat down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Phew!” Zhou Andong exhaled loudly. “You’re cruel.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Serves you right!” Jiang Yuyue scolded again. “Need to go to the hospital?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong shook his head like a rattle. “No hospital. Already much better.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yuyue!” A man’s voice sounded beside them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong looked up—it was Zhao Jianlong, arm around a heavily made-up woman who looked pretty, though her makeup was too thick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Jianlong was startled to see Zhou Andong, then his face darkened. “Yuyue, why are you with him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuyue frowned. “Zhao Jianlong, you’re overstepping. Who I’m with is my business.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Zhao Jianlong’s face grew even darker, his eyes full of malice toward Zhou Andong. “Kid, I warn you—stay away from Yuyue. Don’t go looking for trouble.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hah!” Zhou Andong laughed. “You manage more than a skyscraper. Think you’re someone important? What, stroke? You’d need decades of illness to say something like that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two long-haired youths approached. One, shorter, spoke: “Dare talk to Brother Long like that? You’re asking for it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuyue’s face froze like ice. “Zhao Jianlong, don’t pick a fight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Jiang Yuyue truly angry, Zhao Jianlong’s expression softened. He smiled. “Fine, I’m leaving. But I’ll tell your brother.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do as you please!” Jiang Yuyue gave him no smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m off. Get home early,” Zhao Jianlong said, turning away—his face darkening again. “Hammer, you two keep an eye on them. After Yuyue leaves, break his legs. Make sure he spends the rest of his life in a wheelchair.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Got it!” Hammer—the shorter one—grinned in reply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither Zhao Jianlong nor Hammer gave Zhou Andong a second thought.\u003C\u002Fp>",995,"2026-06-20T01:18:49.036Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","6595e28be1e51ab2be2c997c6d26c37c4ccfeb16698386a419c81f35e30f2f1b","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-16","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-14",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-restarted-life-1992-cover.jpg"]