[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-restarted-life-1992":3,"chapter-my-restarted-life-1992-my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-88":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},2279638,4460,"Chapter 88: Zhou Andong: The Ultimate Pervert","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-88",88,"\u003Cp>What’s the deal? People come over, big whoop—we didn’t do anything shameful, why’re you freaking out?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong also walked out; An Jing, who had just brought in two suitcases, saw Jian Qiu and Zhou Andong exiting the room one after the other, and her eyes widened in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pointed at Jian Qiu’s bath towel, then at Zhou Andong’s pajamas: “You… you you two!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s wrong with us!” Jian Qiu grabbed An Jing’s cheeks with both hands and pulled them sideways. “Shut your mouth. Say what you should say, don’t blab nonsense, or I’ll rip it off.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ahh, you stinking bitch, stop bullying me!” An Jing yelled, muffled by her squished cheeks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu released her with a smile. “See if you dare gossip again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Jing rubbed her face, but her inner gossip flame still burned fiercely: “What’s going on between you two?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong stared at An Jing in silence. “Should I go take another shower to clear our names?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pfft!” An Jing couldn’t help laughing. “Go ahead. Wash up, then let me see if you’re still white.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Jing rolled her eyes at Zhou Andong and shoved him into the room. “Go to sleep.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bang!” Jian Qiu shut the door. “We’re sleeping in the north room tonight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh?” An Jing drawled sarcastically. “I thought only I was sleeping in the north room.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu snorted. “He brought me back. It’s late, snowing outside, taxis are hard to find—I let him stay the night.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Explanation is concealment.” An Jing leapt onto the sofa, collapsing onto it. “Carrying two big suitcases up the stairs nearly killed me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hurry up and shower. I’m going to bed.” Jian Qiu nudged An Jing, then returned to her room. But the moment she thought of a man lying on her bed, under her covers, her heart raced, and she couldn’t sleep no matter how she turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong, however, was unfazed. He pulled the covers over his head, breathed in the woman’s unique scent, and fell asleep. He woke the next morning to the clatter of pots and pans in the kitchen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened his eyes, blinked at the unfamiliar surroundings, then snapped awake—he remembered last night. This was Jian Qiu’s house. He was sleeping in her bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong exhaled, sat up, and neatly folded the quilt. He noticed the pillow was crooked, picked it up to straighten it—and saw beneath it a pair of black panties and a lace-trimmed pair of underwear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong froze. Quickly, he replaced the pillow, laid the folded quilt back on top, then walked out of the room as if nothing had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the table sat two small dishes: pickled radish strips and peanuts, plus two boiled eggs with fermented tofu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re awake.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu carried out three bowls of porridge from the kitchen. “Hurry and freshen up, then come eat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong entered the bathroom. A brand-new toothbrush set sat beside the cabinet, toothpaste already squeezed out. He picked up the brush and muttered, “This hospitality is really something.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, what are you doing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu’s voice came from outside, followed by An Jing: “I can’t wait anymore—I need the toilet, don’t block me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu said: “Zhou Andong’s in there.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh my god!” An Jing panicked. “Zhou Andong, hurry up!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong stepped out of the bathroom, mouth full of foam. “Go ahead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu grabbed An Jing with a mischievous grin. “You sure? She’ll be in there over half an hour.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?” Zhou Andong turned back into the bathroom. “Then I’ll wait till I finish brushing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jian Qiu, I’m going to kill you!” An Jing squeezed her thighs together, one hand clutching her stomach, the other pointing at Jian Qiu, teeth gritted as if she wanted to devour her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu chuckled. “Who told you to sleep in? Whose fault is it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Jing couldn’t wait any longer. She dashed into the bathroom, shoved out Zhou Andong—who’d just washed his face—and slammed the door shut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong and Jian Qiu exchanged glances, then burst out laughing together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t wait for her. Let’s eat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong finished one bowl of porridge and two boiled eggs. An Jing still hadn’t come out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m not waiting. I’m leaving.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu still had food in her mouth, swallowed quickly: “Wait a second.” She stood up, opened the suitcase, rummaged through it, then pulled out a delicate box. “For you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A lighter?” Zhou Andong took it, opened it—it was a Zippo, pure silver, with intricate engravings, stunningly beautiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This must be expensive.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not expensive!” Jian Qiu said. “I went to Xiangjiang—had to bring you, my boss, a gift.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong rubbed his nose. “Can I not take it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu blinked. “Why?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No merit, no reward.” Zhou Andong was about to say more, but Jian Qiu gave him a withering look. “Stop talking nonsense. I bought it for you—take it. If you don’t like it, throw it outside.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then…” Zhou Andong hesitated. “I’ll take it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why so much fuss?” Jian Qiu grabbed his hand, pulled him to the door, opened it, shoved him out, then slammed it shut. She leaned against the door, staring blankly for a moment, a foolish smile spreading across her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh my goodness!” An Jing emerged from the bathroom as if she’d discovered a new continent. “Oh heavens, what did I just see? Is this the same cold, aloof Jian Qiu who’s now grinning like an idiot?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get lost!” Jian Qiu snapped back to reality, returned to the table, and kept eating. She smiled, then suddenly stiffened, her expression changing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s wrong?” An Jing noticed Jian Qiu’s odd expression and asked anxiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu jumped up, ran into the room, flung the quilt aside, grabbed the pillow—and her face turned bright red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Jing rushed in, saw what was under the pillow, and gasped with her mouth wide open: “You you you… he he he… Zhou Andong’s a total pervert!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu quickly put the pillow back down, blushing. “These were taken off before I went back to Jingcheng. I didn’t have time to wash them, so I just shoved them under the pillow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Jing blinked, then burst into an ungraceful laugh, pointing at Jian Qiu, gasping for breath: “Qiuqiu, you actually blush? Oh my god, what’s happening today? You keep shattering my perception of you—I’m starting to wonder if another soul named Jian Qiu is living inside you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu swatted An Jing’s hand away irritably. “He probably didn’t notice, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Jing took two deep breaths, finally stopped laughing. “One day he’ll see every inch of you. What’s there to be shy about?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pervert!” Jian Qiu pinched An Jing’s chubby cheek. “Go eat now.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1117,"2026-06-20T01:18:49.036Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","efd99ddd3c435070e717502a81eb4ca3b92a012eb4e3d7fc8feab064aeb78baf","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-89","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-87",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-restarted-life-1992-cover.jpg"]