[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-restarted-life-1992":3,"chapter-my-restarted-life-1992-my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-964":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},2280514,4460,"Chapter 964","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-964",964,"\u003Cp>Jian Yue was stunned, wishing she could slap herself—her mother and her aunt had always been at odds, and if her mother found out she’d given the winning bottle cap to Jian Mingfan, she’d be homeless by tomorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Um… our fridge is still fine, why suddenly want to replace it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guan Yunmei said: “It’s been years. The freezer’s too small—last summer, I couldn’t even freeze more than a few popsicles.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hehehe…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Yue let out a dry laugh: “I gave the fridge to Yard Six.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guan Yunmei’s smile vanished, staring at Jian Yue: “Really?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course it’s true.” Jian Yue swore an oath, vowing she wasn’t lying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guan Yunmei snorted: “Then what about the electric fan and the bicycle?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That was just me blowing smoke.” Jian Yue’s mind raced, “Do you really think buying one box of Very Cola could win me all this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guan Yunmei sneered: “Fine, you won’t tell the truth? I’m calling your grandma.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mom!” Jian Yue sprang up, grabbing her mother’s arm: “You just called her after I sent her a fridge? What’s she supposed to think?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s she supposed to think?” Guan Yunmei’s smile turned chilling, “I’m just asking if you sent her a fridge. If you did, I don’t want it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mom, Mom, Mom!” Jian Yue clung to her mother’s arm—there was no choice now. She hung her head and muttered: “The winning bottle cap went to Xiao Fan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?” Guan Yunmei’s eyes widened, “Gave it to Xiao Fan?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although Guan Yunmei and Zhao Ping were at odds, she still treated her nephew Jian Mingfan well—just as Zhao Ping treated Jian Yue well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the prize was for Jian Mingfan’s personal use, Guan Yunmei wouldn’t say a word—but a fridge? Absolutely not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The bicycle’s fine, let Xiao Fan ride it, but you must get the fridge and electric fans back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How am I supposed to get them back?” Jian Yue frowned, “I already gave them to Xiao Fan—how do I even ask for them back?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t care.” Guan Yunmei was furious, “You get them back, or don’t come back home.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sigh!” Jian Yue sighed—just as she feared, she was already homeless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine!” Jian Yue shuffled toward the door, glancing back every few steps, “Mom, you really don’t want me anymore?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph!” Guan Yunmei waved her hand dismissively, “Get them back, and you’re still my daughter. Don’t get them back, go call your fourth aunt Mom.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sigh!” Jian Yue sighed again, stepped to the door, and put on her shoes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the door suddenly opened—Jian Zhengcun returned. Seeing his daughter putting on shoes, he asked in surprise: “It’s so late, where are you going now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dad!” Her savior had returned. Jian Yue threw her arms around his, whining, “You’re finally back—please stand up for me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?” Jian Zhengcun was bewildered, glancing between his daughter and wife, “What’s going on?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stand up for her?” Guan Yunmei said, “I’m telling you, Jian Zhengcun—if she doesn’t get the items back, no one’s word matters.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Yue pouted: “When you came home, did you see a new motorcycle parked downstairs?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I saw it?” Jian Zhengcun set his briefcase on the shoe rack and took off his coat, “I was just thinking—who’s got the guts to spend twenty or thirty thousand on a Suzuki King?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Yue’s eyes widened: “Dad, you actually know the motorcycle brand?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Zhengcun smiled: “Your dad’s still a man—even if I’m old, I still like motorcycles.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ha!” Jian Yue grinned, “Dad, that motorcycle’s for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?” Jian Zhengcun’s smile vanished, “For me? You bought it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Jian Yue had bought it, Jian Zhengcun would have sent her away without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twenty or thirty thousand yuan for a motorcycle—even he winced at the price.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I bought it?” Jian Yue spun around, “Look at your daughter—do you think she’s worth a Suzuki King?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Zhengcun realized it made sense—Jian Yue’s meager allowance barely covered her own needs; how could she afford a motorcycle?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Old Guan? Forget it—she hesitated for weeks before buying a bicycle; she’d never buy Jian Yue a motorcycle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then where did the motorcycle come from?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Yue beamed: “I won it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Won it?” Jian Zhengcun suddenly realized: “Very Cola?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guan Yunmei gritted her teeth: “This girl didn’t just win a motorcycle—she won a fridge, two electric fans, and a bicycle too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?” Jian Zhengcun stared in disbelief, “How did you win so much?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing her mother about to explode, Jian Yue dropped her smug expression, looking pitiful: “I bought one box of Very Cola—and suddenly won all this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only now did Jian Zhengcun sense something was off: “What’s wrong? Winning this much should make you happy—why do you both look so grim?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I want to be happy, but how can I?” Guan Yunmei pointed at Jian Yue, “Your daughter’s too generous—she won all this, and gave away the fridge, fans, and bicycle to her fourth aunt.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I gave them to Xiao Fan,” Jian Yue explained how Jian Mingfan had come to her that noon to claim the prize: “I figured if Xiao Fan hadn’t come to me, I’d have missed the whole thing—so I gave him the rest.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Zhengcun understood—but his head ached. His wife wasn’t stingy; if Jian Yue had given the prizes to her uncles, Old Guan wouldn’t be this furious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since you already gave them away, just don’t…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shut up!” Guan Yunmei snapped coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Zhengcun instantly fell silent, giving his daughter a helpless look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re on your own.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Yue groaned: “You’re the head of this household!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Zhengcun smiled: “I’m the head, sure—but your mother runs the head.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bang!” Jian Yue shoved open the door and slammed it shut, heading to Yard Six to hide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, in a dilapidated four-story corridor-style building, on the third floor, one household.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man and old woman sat on a worn-out sofa; opposite them were their two sons and daughter, beside them their two daughters-in-law and son-in-law, and on the middle-aged coffee table sat a single bottle cap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Second son, Xiaomin—when our family was poor, we couldn’t even afford enough to eat. If your older brother hadn’t dropped out of school at fifteen to work in a factory, you wouldn’t be where you are today.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“His factory’s been shut down for over a year—he now does odd jobs, hauling bags at the train station, and has two children to support—it’s hard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But you two are civil servants—you’re far better off. So I’ve decided: give this car to your older brother, so he can drive a taxi.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dad, I disagree,” the second son’s wife sat on a stool, legs crossed, “Over the years, your eldest has struggled, but my sister and I have helped too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even if your brother contributed to the family, we’ve repaid him many times over—why should he get the car alone?”\u003C\u002Fp>",1138,"2026-06-20T01:18:52.456Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","a4f8c2439c16cc0593a255089aaf3931b90cc08a047deed41a9394cf85ec22f9","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-965","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-963",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-restarted-life-1992-cover.jpg"]