[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-restarted-life-1992":3,"chapter-my-restarted-life-1992-my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-952":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},2280502,4460,"Chapter 952: Beautiful Face, Even More Beautiful Heart","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-952",952,"\u003Cp>“Gulou!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Wenyu’s throat bobbed as he stared at the number on the check, his heartbeat accelerating—thump-thump-thump—as if it might leap out of his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not for his consistently good health and lack of heart disease, he’d likely be carried off to the nearby hospital right now—and even then, with his current pulse, recovery was far from certain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Congwen smiled and said, “The donor requested discretion—don’t make a fuss.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Discretion?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Wenyu snapped back to reality, puzzled. Two million U.S. dollars donated—and still they wanted discretion? How low-key could this person possibly be?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he thought this, his gaze drifted to Tang Bei. There really were people who did good deeds without seeking fame—and with such beauty and such a kind heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If only this girl could be my daughter-in-law, I’d have no regrets in life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Wenyu’s son was twenty-six, lacked talent but had high expectations; over the past few years, he’d gone on nearly a hundred dates—maybe even eighty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t that he looked down on the girls; it was the girls who looked down on him. Years slipped by like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His son didn’t care, but Liu Wenyu, as a father, was desperate. People his age already had grandchildren running around; he hadn’t even seen a single hair of a grandchild yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he daydreamed about this, a smile involuntarily spread across his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Liu Wenyu’s smile, everyone assumed he was thrilled over the two million U.S. dollars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Enough with the silly laughing,\" Zhao Qi chuckled. \"Go cash that check right away.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, yes, yes!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Wenyu snapped back, nodding vigorously, then stole another glance at Tang Bei, filled with regret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a girl like this to even notice my son, he’d have to be blind as a bat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m going now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Qi suddenly remembered Song Zihui. Two million U.S. dollars had just arrived—this matter couldn’t wait any longer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In the female dormitory, Room 408, there’s a student named Song Zihui. Notify logistics to relocate her to another room.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this era, student room transfers weren’t as complicated as they’d become later—no forms to fill out, no advisor signatures, no departmental stamps, no bureaucratic red tape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just a simple procedure at the logistics office, a quick word to the teacher, and the dorm supervisor would handle the rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Got it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Wenyu didn’t think much of it—room transfers were normal. He just found the name Song Zihui vaguely familiar, as if he’d heard it somewhere before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he stepped out of the dean’s office, he saw Yi Li, head of the Supervision Office, stepping out of the elevator and waved to greet him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Director Yi, here to see the dean?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just a small matter,” Yi Li said, then suddenly spotted the check in Liu Wenyu’s hand: “Lao Liu, what’s this…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Wenyu didn’t hide it. No matter how discreet the donor wanted to be, this couldn’t be kept secret from the school leadership.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Someone donated two million U.S. dollars to our art academy—here’s the check. The dean told me to cash it immediately.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Two million U.S. dollars?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yi Li’s eyes widened in disbelief. In one swift motion, he snatched the check from Liu Wenyu’s hand, stared at the number, his shock turning to delight, his gaze flickering with greed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lao Liu, do you know who donated it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Wenyu shook his head. “Don’t know their background, but they’re right inside the dean’s office—a very beautiful woman.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh?” Yi Li reluctantly handed the check back, smiling warmly. “A philanthropist who supports our nation’s education—I must meet them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They’re right inside. Go ahead,” Liu Wenyu said. “I’ve got to go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait!” Yi Li asked, “Did the dean say how this money should be used?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No,” Liu Wenyu replied. “He just told me to go to Citibank and cash the check.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, go ahead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Liu Wenyu enter the elevator, Yi Li stood there lost in thought. Two million U.S. dollars—his heart burned hot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Zhao Qi’s office door opened, laughter and voices jolting Yi Li back to reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lao An, Lao Zeng, you’re here too?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yi Li acted as if he knew nothing, greeted them casually, then stared in apparent astonishment at Tang Bei.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who is this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lao Yi!” Zhao Qi smiled. “Let me introduce you—this is Tang Bei, General Manager of Dahongfa. She donated two million U.S. dollars to our school.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Bei quickly interjected, “I didn’t donate it—my boss did. Dean Zhao, please be clear about that, or my boss will fire me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Qi laughed heartily. “This is Yi Li, head of the school’s Supervision Office.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello, hello!” Yi Li shook Tang Bei’s hand with excessive warmth. “Director Tang, whether you donated it or your boss did, it’s all support for education—we must express our gratitude.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Congwen’s eyes narrowed slightly. He knew Yi Li’s ties to Song Ziwen and Zhao Hongxing, but as fellow school leaders, without evidence, he couldn’t mention this to Zhao Qi or Gu Zengquan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zengquan’s face twisted into a faint sneer—he’d always despised Yi Li, a man who understood nothing about academia but excelled at scheming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Director Tang has other matters to attend to. We can talk another time,” Gu Zengquan said, showing Yi Li no courtesy whatsoever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flash of anger crossed Yi Li’s eyes, but his smile remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Director Tang manages such a large mall—of course she’s busy. Let me see you out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Bei sensed something off from An Congwen’s expression and attitude, and suddenly grew cold toward Yi Li.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dean Zhao, Dean An, Dean Gu, Director Yi—please stay. I’ll see myself out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Qi was about to speak, but An Congwen cut him off: “Alright, Director Tang, take care—we won’t see you off.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Qi frowned slightly. True, the real benefactor was Zhou Andong, but Tang Bei, the angel who brought the money, couldn’t be neglected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, An Congwen had played a significant role in securing this two-million-dollar donation, yet he wouldn’t even escort her out—it felt off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright,” Tang Bei bid farewell to them all. She didn’t take the elevator—she took the stairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yi Li shot An Congwen a resentful look. His plan was simple: seize Tang Bei, the money-bringer, and find a way to meet the real benefactor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Director Yi,” Zhao Qi asked, suppressing his confusion, “what did you come for?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nothing major,” Yi Li said. “I have a relative who runs a coal mine. I thought our school uses a lot of coal every year, so I contacted him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sighed. “I begged and pleaded, nearly on my knees, and he finally agreed to supply us at the lowest market price.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now it’s September, so I came to discuss with you—when can he come in to negotiate and sign the contract?”\u003C\u002Fp>",1125,"2026-06-20T01:18:52.456Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","9edf663c432c60cd2b15d6a5818b45bbfc7ebd98fd9827efc8ccae6084857bb9","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-953","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-951",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-restarted-life-1992-cover.jpg"]