[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-restarted-life-1992":3,"chapter-my-restarted-life-1992-my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-935":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},2280485,4460,"Chapter 935: The Gap Is Too Great","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-935",935,"\u003Cp>\"You...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Minglang trembled with rage, feeling everyone harbored malice toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Jian--Yue!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Minglang glared at Jian Yue as if he wanted to devour her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How could I have a sister who turns against her own family?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ha!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Yue laughed again, sneering: \"My dear second brother, thank you for acknowledging me as your sister.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Yue also resented Jian Minglang, because he had constantly stoked trouble at home, pushing for her to enter a political marriage. If Jian Qiu hadn't stood in front of her, all the pressure would have fallen on her. So whenever she saw Jian Minglang, she had nothing but harsh words, and they would always end up fighting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Enough!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Minglang opened his mouth to speak, but the old man interrupted him with a dark expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Dongzi, come with me to the study.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu’s gaze sharpened, wanting to follow, but Zhou Andong smiled gently at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu was about to say something, but Zhao Ping grabbed her hand and shook her head slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man reached the study door, pushed it open, and suddenly said: \"Jian Minglang, don’t leave yet.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong turned back, gave Jian Minglang a cheerful glance, then followed the old man into the study and closed the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the study door, Jian Qiu pressed her lips tightly, her eyes filled with worry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t worry.\" Gu Minglan was remarkably relaxed; she picked up Susu from the sofa. \"Susu, come here, let Grandma hold you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Yue had noticed the little kid on the sofa the moment she entered, but had been distracted by Jian Minglang’s swollen, beaten face and hadn’t had time to ask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now hearing Gu Minglan say “Grandma,” she widened her eyes in shock and pointed at Susu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She she she...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What ‘she’?\" Jian Mingfan said smugly. \"You didn’t know? Big sister and her husband registered their marriage long ago. This little girl is Zhou Le, nickname Susu—our niece.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Yue gasped in stunned silence, glancing between Jian Qiu and Susu, then fixing her gaze on Gu Minglan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Second Mom, is this true?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of course it’s true!\" Gu Minglan kissed the little girl’s cheek. \"Look, doesn’t she look just like your big sister, Qiuqiu?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Yue opened her mouth wide and nodded mechanically: \"Yes, very much.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Right?\" Gu Minglan smiled, her eyes full of tenderness as she looked at Susu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The little girl, sensing the woman holding her was not to be trifled with, obediently let Gu Minglan fuss over her without a hint of impatience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh dear!\" Gu Minglan said. \"Grandma bought you so many toys—I almost forgot.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Mingfan eagerly handed over the bag: \"Susu, Uncle brought your toys.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Minglan sat down with Susu in her arms and picked up a Mickey Mouse plush.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Susu, Grandma bought this for you—do you like it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Susu blinked her big eyes, reached out a tiny hand, grabbed the Mickey Mouse, and giggled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Gra--ndma!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah?\" Gu Minglan gasped in surprise. \"Did you all hear that? She called me Grandma!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We heard!\" Zhao Ping beamed. \"Let Fourth Grandma hold her now!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching this scene, Jian Minglang’s heart turned cold, and he cursed Zhou Andong with clenched teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the study, Zhou Andong sat on the sofa smoking, the old man sipped tea behind his desk—both looked relaxed, the atmosphere harmonious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long while, Zhou Andong had already lit his third cigarette when the old man finally spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t you harbor resentment toward your grandmother?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Impossible.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong would never admit this—even if he thought it, saying it aloud was another matter entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, no matter how the old lady was, she was still Jian Qiu’s grandmother. He could disregard everything else, but he couldn’t ignore Jian Qiu’s feelings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you really think I’m senile?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man smiled. Was Zhou Andong’s public slap at Jian Minglang really about punishing Jian Minglang?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No—it was meant for the old lady. To make her understand that Zhou Andong cared only for Jian Qiu, and not for any opinion of the Jian family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, if he hadn’t made his stance clear today, Zhou Andong would never set foot in Compound Six again—and that was not what he wanted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Our generation were mostly peasants. When I joined the revolution, I fought while studying. Your grandmother? She couldn’t even read a single character. Her thinking is outdated, and she clings stubbornly to certain ideas.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Class compatibility?\" Zhou Andong said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man sighed helplessly: \"No matter what her views are, just know that Grandpa supports you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong smiled. That was exactly what he wanted. If the old man had said nothing today, it would mean he harbored disapproval—and Zhou Andong had no intention of kissing cold buttocks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as he took good care of his mother-in-law, everyone else’s opinions were garbage—he never lived to please others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Grandpa, rest assured—I’ll handle the sugar matter beautifully for you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man pulled a pack of cigarettes from his drawer, opened it, lit one for himself, then tossed the entire pack to Zhou Andong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is my last pack. If you want more, come back in a few days.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thank you, Grandpa!\" Zhou Andong beamed, shoving the cigarettes into his pocket, then stood up. \"If there’s nothing else, I’ll go.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man waved him off: \"Let Jian Minglang in.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes!\" Zhou Andong stepped out of the study. \"Jian Minglang, the old man wants you inside.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Minglang entered the study nervously, looked at the old man’s expressionless face, and croaked out a greeting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Grandpa!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man held his cigarette, stared at Jian Minglang, and said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Gul!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Minglang swallowed hard, his heart pounding violently, beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The atmosphere in the study grew heavier, completely opposite to the ease Zhou Andong had brought—Jian Minglang could barely breathe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you know where you went wrong?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This question didn’t ease Jian Minglang’s tension—it only deepened his oppression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not getting an answer, the old man snorted coldly: \"Do you feel wronged by Zhou Andong’s two slaps? Thinking you’ll get your revenge someday?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Minglang opened his mouth to speak, but swallowed the words back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man’s expression grew colder: \"Zhou Andong slapped you because you deserved it. Even if he hadn’t, I would have slapped you myself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Minglang’s face twisted in confusion—he truly didn’t know what he’d done wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Still don’t know where you went wrong?\" the old man asked again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Minglang’s lips trembled, but he had nothing to say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man’s expression grew increasingly disappointed, then he waved his hand weakly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re far too far behind Zhou Andong. Stay in Jiangzhou and focus on your urban renewal project. Don’t even think about causing trouble for Zhou Andong—you’re no match for him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1130,"2026-06-20T01:18:52.456Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","4877d8cecd9021c08932c1caa8b8ca7fdaf3558b867ee7f2fad7cb56c38e9c14","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-936","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-934",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-restarted-life-1992-cover.jpg"]