[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-restarted-life-1992":3,"chapter-my-restarted-life-1992-my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-24":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},2279574,4460,"Chapter 24","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-24",24,"\u003Cp>Hearing Jiang Yuyue’s words, Jiang Zhengmin, Zhao Yulan, and Jiang Yuhai all felt a terrible premonition at once. Seeing Jiang Yuyue’s agitated expression, the three of them felt their heads spinning. What a disaster—this sister had just divorced, and now the younger one was rushing in; they were determined to ruin themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially Zhao Yulan, who began trembling again with rage. This is trying to kill me—I’ve lost all face to live.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuyue noticed her parents and older brother’s constantly shifting expressions and suddenly realized what they were thinking; her face flushed crimson instantly. She glared angrily, stomping her foot hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you imagining?” Jiang Yuyue didn’t dare scold her parents, so she vented all her anger on Jiang Yuhai. “What are you staring at? Full of filthy thoughts. Listen to me, Jiang Yuhai—stay far away from that Zhao Jianlong, or you’ll get tricked into your grave.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Zhengmin pressed his chest, feeling his heart was nearly overworked. He didn’t dare ask, but he knew his daughter’s character better than anyone. So even as her father, he asked cautiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Um, Yuyue… could you tell Dad what you’ve been doing with Zhou Andong every day?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuyue recalled the scene on the bus—Zhou Andong stepping forward to catch the pervert, the absurd comedy of it—and then thought of the song he’d written for her, and all the little moments these past days. A faint smile curled her lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then she remembered how Zhou Andong had sacrificed for this family, only to receive no recognition. The smile vanished. She wanted to say she’d gone out with her brother-in-law. But seeing her father’s tense expression, she felt a pang of pity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In your eyes, my brother-in-law will never amount to anything. But in mine, he’s a real man—strong, capable, talented, a true man. If you put my brother beside him, I’d say my brother isn’t even fit to carry his shoes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuhai let out a mocking laugh, about to speak, when Jiang Yuyue shot him a furious glare—like an angry little she-leopard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shut up, Jiang Yuhai. I’m warning you—stay out of my business. If you listen to that trash Zhao Jianlong and come back here spouting nonsense to Mom and Dad, I’ll tell your wife every dirty thing you’ve ever done. You know I mean it—I’ll do it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuhai had been about to say more, but hearing Jiang Yuyue’s words, he snapped his mouth shut. He knew his sister well—she always followed through. She’d done things like this before: hurt others without benefiting herself. If he pushed her too far, family harmony would shatter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuyue snorted coldly and said to Jiang Zhengmin: “My brother-in-law asked me to help with something. I’ve been busy with it these past few days. As for what it is—I’ll tell you tomorrow night.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why can’t you tell us now?” Zhao Yulan’s heart was still clenched tight. If she didn’t hear an answer, she wouldn’t sleep a wink tonight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You wouldn’t believe me now. Tomorrow, I’ll bring proof you can’t deny.” Jiang Yuyue stopped explaining, picked up her bag, and returned to her room, slamming the door shut with a bang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Yulan rose to chase after her, but Jiang Zhengmin grabbed her arm: “Enough. She said she’ll explain tomorrow. Are you trying to stir up more trouble now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuhai said: “Mom, just wait one night. I’ll come back tomorrow night—I want to hear what she has to say.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bang bang bang…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next morning, barely past six, Zhou Andong heard a heavy knock at the door. He cracked one eye open, pulled the blanket over his head, and went back to sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Clang clang clang…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, instead of knocking on the door, they knocked on the window—the whole pane rattled as if it would shatter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhou Andong, I know you’re asleep. Get up right now!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong sat bolt upright. The warmth of the quilt vanished instantly, sending a chill through him. He shivered, his skin prickling with goosebumps. He rubbed his legs against the floor until he reached the windowsill, then yanked open the curtain. Frost coated the glass—he could barely make out a figure standing outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ha!” Zhou Andong puckered his lips and blew on the glass. The frost melted slowly, spreading to the size of a quail’s egg. Then a pair of large eyes blinked up at him through the clearing ice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ha!” Zhou Andong chuckled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, Jiang Yuyue giggled: “You pervert.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong smirked: “I’m not even dressed. You’re the pervert.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough!” Jiang Yuyue tapped the window. “Open the door—I’m freezing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong hurried into his clothes and ran to open the door: “Why are you here so early?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuyue said: “Didn’t you tell me to come early?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong glanced at the wall clock. Even if she hadn’t come, he’d have gotten up anyway—he had to be at the printing factory by eight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll wash my face first, then we’ll get breakfast.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong brushed his teeth, then splashed cold water on his face: “Let’s go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yao Jun and several close buddies had already arrived at the printing factory. Too early to knock, they squatted by the gate, chatting and smoking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jun Ge!” Wu Cheng, squatting beside Yao Jun, exhaled smoke. “Dong Ge—do you really think this will work?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kid was only eighteen, had taken over his father’s job at the brewery at sixteen, and spent his days trailing after Zhou Andong and Yao Jun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Guoguang, his face covered in thick whiskers, leaned over. “Da Jun, the whole factory’s talking these past two days—even whispering behind Dongzi’s back, saying he’s inciting the secretary to push reforms, that he’s got evil intentions, trying to destroy the factory.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yao Jun glanced at the group: “Do you believe in Dong Ge?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course we do!” Wu Cheng said. “If we didn’t, we wouldn’t be here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yao Jun smiled. “Belief is enough. Once we get the wall calendars, follow the plan—nothing to worry about.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong and Jiang Yuyue turned into the alley and saw several people squatting outside Wu Xianping’s gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re here early.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dong Ge!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dongzi!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Couldn’t sleep last night—got up early.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Me too. Turned over and over.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jun Ge, Da Chengzi, Guang Ge…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuyue greeted them all casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Yao Jun and the others, seeing Jiang Yuyue with Zhou Andong, exchanged strange glances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bang bang bang…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong knocked on the door. After a moment, footsteps approached: “Coming.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Creeeak!” The rusted iron door creaked open from inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh my, it’s Brother Zhou! Come in, come in!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group entered the courtyard and then the printing workshop. Inside, over a dozen workers were still busy binding wall calendars; their bloodshot eyes showed they’d worked through the night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Xianping picked up a calendar and handed it to Zhou Andong: “Take a look at the finished product.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Yao Jun and the others saw Jiang Yuyue’s face on the cover, their eyes widened—they were stunned by how stunning she looked on the calendar.\u003C\u002Fp>",1169,"2026-06-20T01:18:49.036Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","19a97ab3ff06767686a808e507e94f712a875d0c7226bcab75420d7644afc595","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-25","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-23",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-restarted-life-1992-cover.jpg"]