[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-restarted-life-1992":3,"chapter-my-restarted-life-1992-my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-946":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},2280496,4460,"Chapter 946: Car Crash","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-946",946,"\u003Cp>Zhou Andong sighed: “I can’t go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Congwen asked: “Busy?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong nodded: “The day after tomorrow I’m going to Xiangjiang; I won’t be back anytime soon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Priorities come first,” An Congwen said, already prepared. “When you have time later, give another lecture to the art academy students—just don’t refuse.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong smiled: “The art academy inviting me to lecture? That’s a huge honor—I’d never dare refuse.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You,” An Congwen chuckled, shaking his head. “Ningning starts school in a few days. She’s never been to daycare or preschool—I’m taking her to register and chatting with the principal and teachers to explain her situation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong felt a pang inside—this was the advantage of having connections. No matter how smart Little Four was, having never attended preschool, he’d struggle to keep up with kids who had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teachers wouldn’t like such a child. In his past life, if not for the teachers’ strong sense of responsibility back then, Zhou Anning—who later became so arrogant—might have grown into a towering tree or a crooked one; it was hard to say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uncle An, thank you for your trouble.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong sincerely thanked him—he believed that with An Congwen’s influence, Little Four’s growth would surpass his past life. And Beijing’s education? No rural school could compare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Family doesn’t need formalities,” An Congwen said. “I’ve found tutors for your cousin and cousin sister. After school starts, we’ll assess their progress and set up a remedial plan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Wu Chao drove up. Zhou Andong opened the car door: “Uncle An, where are you going? I’ll drop you off.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Congwen didn’t refuse, bowed his head, and got in: “Take me to the art academy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong and An Congwen sat in the back; Jian Qiu took the front passenger seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uncle An, I’ve assigned someone to coordinate the donation with you—keep it low-key, no ceremony needed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Congwen froze. Donated so much money and no ceremony at all?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, he sighed inwardly—only someone like Zhou Andong, with true compassion, would give without expecting anything in return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced at Jian Qiu up front—this girl’s luck was truly good, to have met Zhou Andong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he thought of his own daughter, and sighed silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the art academy, An Congwen got out: “Uncle An, please look after my family affairs.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Congwen waved his hand: “Go on, don’t worry about home.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as Zhou Andong left, another Mercedes pulled up to the art academy gate. Song Ziyi stepped out, dressed in a suit and tie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned, bent over, retrieved a bouquet of roses from inside, then slammed the car door shut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guy wore a suit and tie, and looked genuinely handsome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially with a Mercedes parked beside him and a large bouquet of roses in hand—he instantly drew many glances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He flashed what he thought was a charming smile, checked himself in the car window, adjusted his hair, then strode into the art academy gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the twelfth floor, he took the elevator to the fourth floor. As he stepped out, the dorm supervisor banged on the window and shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shout startled Song Ziyi. He frowned. “What’s the problem?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s the problem?” The woman stormed out, furious. “This is a girls’ dorm. What are you doing here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Ziyi was stunned—he hadn’t been stopped when he brought his sister here before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m here to see my sister—she’s in Room 408!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman, around forty, sized him up warily. “What’s your sister’s name?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Ziyi wasn’t used to being scrutinized like this—especially by an old woman, and worse, one without money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this were some foreign upper-class socialite—even an eighty-year-old matron—he’d puff up like a rooster, flaunting his feathers to show off his grandeur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My sister’s name is Song Zihui.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait!” The woman gave Song Ziyi another wary look. “Don’t wander around—I’ll go call her.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Ziyi’s visit to Song Zihui was just an excuse—his real goal was to see Zhou Anqin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this was a girls’ dorm. Even if he didn’t understand the rules, the supervisor’s attitude made it clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he forced his way in, trouble might follow—so he compromised, standing still obediently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother!” Song Zihui stepped out of the dorm, saw the roses in Song Ziyi’s hands, and sneered. “Here to see Zhou Anqin? She’s not here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Ziyi frowned. “Where did she go?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Zihui said: “She went to Dicos this morning—left early.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Ziyi asked: “Why didn’t you go with her?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Zihui’s face darkened. She wanted to explode, but saw the supervisor nearby and swallowed her anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s talk outside.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Ziyi nodded: “Let’s go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn’t take the elevator—went down the stairs, exited the twelfth floor, walked to a tree nearby, and Song Zihui’s eyes turned red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Everyone in the dorm is ignoring me. Do you know how I’ve been these past few days?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tears spilled from Song Zihui’s eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And I’ve humbled myself, begged to befriend Zhou Anqin—but she’s always cold and distant. I can feel she’s wary of me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Ziyi’s frown deepened. This wasn’t how he imagined it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought that even if Zhou Andong was rich, he was just a country nouveau riche—his sister Zhou Anqin, naturally, had never seen the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If his sister made an effort, becoming friends with Zhou Anqin would be effortless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a man wearing sunglasses, holding a bouquet of roses, dressed like a colorful butterfly, walked over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey buddy, is this the girls’ dorm?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Ziyi saw the man also holding roses and raised an eyebrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t know!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man chuckled, ignored him, and walked into the twelfth floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhou Anqin!” Song Ziyi looked up and saw Zhou Anqin approaching in the distance. He shouted happily and hurried toward her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young man who had just entered paused at Song Ziyi’s shout, stepped back a few paces, exited the gate, saw it was truly Zhou Anqin, and sprinted toward her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xiao Qin!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing two men, each holding a bouquet of roses running toward her, Zhou Anqin stopped. Especially when she saw the young man—her face filled with surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This scene drew many glances. After all, this was the art academy—a place steeped in romance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially among female students, their gazes toward Zhou Anqin were filled with envy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xiao Qin, I’ve missed you so much.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young man, though starting later, reached Zhou Anqin first, thrust the flowers into her hands.\u003C\u002Fp>",1067,"2026-06-20T01:18:52.456Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","fef40cfd27ed7b3cb04b78c704fb1ac0f8e27d8423a3fa8620672438b04ebca5","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-947","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-945",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-restarted-life-1992-cover.jpg"]