[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-restarted-life-1992":3,"chapter-my-restarted-life-1992-my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-932":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},2280482,4460,"Chapter 932","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-932",932,"\u003Cp>“Dad!” Zhou Andong said apologetically: “It’s all my fault—I insisted on taking Qiuxiu to the Civil Affairs Bureau to register, and that’s why Mom got so angry.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Minglan clutched her chest, reclining limply on the sofa: “I can’t take it anymore, I can’t—I need an ambulance right away.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough,” Jian Qiu rolled her eyes: “We’ve already gotten our marriage certificate. Why don’t I go back to the Civil Affairs Bureau with Dongzi and file for a divorce, then remarry you once you’ve calmed down?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ping was torn between laughter and tears: “Second Sister, since you’ve accepted their relationship, does it really matter whether they got the certificate early or late?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly!” Jian Mingfan, the devoted fan, chimed in: “My sister’s already registered with her husband. Whether you approve or not, they’re already legally married—rice is already cooked. Just accept it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man sighed: “Minglan, it’s done. Find a time to meet Dongzi’s parents and arrange the wedding banquet as soon as possible.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Minglan sat up, pointing weakly at Jian Qiu: “How did I end up giving birth to such a troublesome child?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong grabbed Jian Qiu’s hand, his expression earnest: “Mom, please forgive us. We went to get the marriage certificate without telling you. That was disrespectful, and a slight against you as a mother.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong bowed deeply to Gu Minglan: “Your daughter is extraordinary, and exceptionally wonderful. She is the kindest, most beautiful girl I’ve ever met. I lack the vocabulary to describe her perfection. I believe this is all due to your careful upbringing…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the plainest words and the most sincere tone, Zhou Andong added: “Thank you for raising such an outstanding daughter—and for letting this boy from the mountains benefit from her.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man and Zhao Ping were deeply moved, sensing Zhou Andong’s sincerity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Minglan sighed inwardly, her anger slowly fading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know you oppose us not because you dislike me, but because you think I’m not good enough—you’re not ready to entrust your daughter to me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m average in looks, average in talent—but my heart for Qiuxiu is not. Meeting her in this life must be the result of my prayers before the Buddha for thousands of years.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So don’t worry—I will do everything in my power to make Qiuxiu the happiest woman in the world…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu’s big, glistening eyes fixed on Zhou Andong, her face lit with a happy smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t know how others felt, but she was truly moved by Zhou Andong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gripped his hand tightly, unconsciously squeezing harder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine!” Gu Minglan waved her hand weakly: “Pick a time when you’re free, and arrange for me and Qiuxiu’s father to meet your parents.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m free anytime,” Zhou Andong said happily: “It’s just up to when my dad is available.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Minglan opened her mouth to say, “Just ask your dad when he’s free,” then realized—Zhou Andong meant Old Jian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll call him and find out when he’s free, then let you know.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Minglan gave up entirely. The marriage certificate was already issued; legally, Zhou Andong and Qiuxiu were already husband and wife. For Zhou Andong to call her Mom and Old Jian Dad was perfectly fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the way, there’s one more thing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Jian Qiu spoke, Gu Minglan raised her hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop. No matter what it is, keep it to yourself. I want to live another two years—I don’t want to hear it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu grinned and sat beside Gu Minglan: “You have to hear this—it’s about your granddaughter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?” Gu Minglan shot upright, genuinely startled, her voice trembling: “Are you pregnant?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though legally married, in this era many still believed a wedding banquet was the true mark of marriage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No!” Jian Qiu hurriedly said: “We adopted a girl.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Jian Qiu explained Su Su’s story. Zhao Ping wiped her tears continuously; Gu Minglan’s eyes grew damp, her voice thick with emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What a tragic life the child’s mother had.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You did the right thing,” the old man said: “If you’ve decided to adopt her, raise her well—treat her as if she were your own.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ping wept uncontrollably, blowing her nose with a tissue: “Where is the child? I want to see her.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My mom has her,” Zhou Andong said: “Tomorrow, Qiuxiu and I will bring her over.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man said: “Bring the child here—I want to meet my great-granddaughter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sister!” Jian Mingfan asked curiously: “Is it really true that Su Su only stops crying when you hold her?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“True!” Jian Qiu recalled that day, still amazed: “The child cries with anyone else—only when I hold her does she calm down.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s fate,” Gu Minglan had fully accepted reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man said sternly: “Don’t tell anyone about Su Su’s origins. If anyone asks, say she’s Qiuxiu’s biological daughter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Minglan was about to object, then remembered something and nodded in agreement, adding a special warning to Jian Mingfan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xiaofan, especially you—don’t tell anyone, not even your uncle and aunt or your brothers and sisters.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Mingfan patted his chest: “From now on, Su Su is my own niece.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright,” Jian Qiu checked the time: “It’s late. We’re leaving.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’re going too,” Zhao Ping stood up: “It’s so late, taxis are hard to find—let Dongzi take me home.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go,” the old man waved: “I need my rest.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong first dropped off Zhao Ping and Jian Mingfan, then returned to the hotel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next morning, Zhou Andong and Jian Qiu ate breakfast at a stall outside the hospital before entering the ward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Su sat on the bed, holding a cloth doll, swinging it back and forth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Su Su!” Zhou Andong sauntered over, scooped up the little girl, and planted a loud kiss on her cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl squirmed slightly, then recognized her father, grinned, dropped the doll on the floor, and wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her head against his shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu extended her arms: “Come, Mommy’s got you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl glanced at her mother’s face, reluctantly allowed herself to be taken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mom, Dad,” Zhou Andong sat beside the bed: “Yesterday, Qiuxiu’s mom said she’s free these days—we should meet to discuss our wedding.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1031,"2026-06-20T01:18:52.456Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","6badf8ca9d666d29cfefab11f808a567efb0a0a30e21dc2f7db6b6b0f1a3ff43","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-933","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-931",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-restarted-life-1992-cover.jpg"]