[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-1987-my-era":3,"chapter-1987-my-era-1987-my-era-chapter-583":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","1987: My Era",{"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},2259743,4409,"Chapter 583","1987-my-era-chapter-583",583,"\u003Cp>The same “Dad” and “Mom” left Li Jianguo and Tian Run’e utterly stunned, rendering them speechless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elderly couple’s minds were momentarily frozen, unsure how to respond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wasn’t it agreed that Zhong Lan’s father had died suddenly of a cerebral hemorrhage?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wasn’t it agreed that the Chen family wouldn’t return for the New Year?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wasn’t it agreed that the Chen family would come back in early spring to pay respects at Spring Grandma’s grave and hang paper offerings?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why the sudden change?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why return now, at this very moment?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tian Run’e wished she could tear her own mouth apart—for meddling, for softening, for inviting Professor Yu to stay for the New Year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Shuheng watched the scene calmly from the side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since entering the courtyard, Chen Zijin had been continuously sending signals, asserting her sovereignty, and challenging her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Shuheng understood: the smiling Chen Zijin must already know about her relationship with Li Heng—otherwise, she wouldn’t have shown such intense wariness from the very first meeting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wondered silently: where had Chen Zijin learned about her and Li Heng’s unusual connection?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had Xiao Han told Chen Zijin?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or had Mai Sui told her?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or had Chen Zijin deduced it herself from newspaper reports?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or had the Chen family learned the situation through connections and informed Chen Zijin?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wondered: if Chen Zijin knew about her and Li Heng’s relationship, did Song Yu know too?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hearing Chen Zijin greet her, Li Jianguo finally snapped out of his daze and quickly replied: “Zijin’s back? I’m fine. You’ve traveled all day—tired, aren’t you? Sit down quickly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing her husband speak, Tian Run’e came to her senses, immediately put down the kitchen knife, took the gifts, and pulled Chen Zijin’s hand:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This morning, the fire kept crackling happily in the stove—I told Jianguo something good was about to happen. Turns out it’s you coming back. Quick, turn around so I can look at you properly. It’s been over ten days—have you lost weight?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how aware Tian Run’e was that both girls were deeply entangled with her son, she could only comfort Chen Zijin first—after all, Chen Zijin was the first daughter-in-law she’d ever welcomed, and now that she’d made a mistake, she had to make amends, or she’d break Zijin’s heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Zijin smiled and spun around, sweetly asking: “Mom, have I gotten fat?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, you’re exactly the same—not too thin, not too fat—perfect figure.” Hearing “Mom” again, Tian Run’e felt a chill run down her scalp; she dared not glance at Professor Yu’s face, yet she couldn’t deny it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, Tian Run’e had once personally promised Chen Zijin that she and her husband would spend their old age with Zijin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though “spend old age together” sounded simple, it carried immense weight—the couple had weighed every consequence before making that promise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Tian Run’e’s view: she could ignore the Chen family, ignore Zhong Lan—but for Zijin, she felt genuine affection, treated her separately, truly regarded her as her daughter-in-law.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not to mention Zijin’s profound, unwavering love for Manzai during hardship, her loyalty, her steadfast devotion—these moved Tian Run’e deeply as a mother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They say only those who’ve endured suffering truly understand the value of such feelings; after enduring the Chen family’s trials, Tian Run’e fully accepted Chen Zijin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tian Run’e’s usual warmth and doting affection instantly lifted Chen Zijin’s spirits. Honestly, when she first entered and saw Yu Shuheng, her calm exterior was an act—inside, she was heartbroken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had no family support; even with her No. 1 beauty at Renmin University, she couldn’t compete with Song Yu or Xiao Han. The only belief that carried her through: Li Heng would never abandon her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But seeing her established territory invaded one after another by Xiao Han and Yu Shuheng, her inner panic far exceeded what she’d imagined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, thankfully, the elderly couple’s attitude toward her hadn’t changed—this restored her confidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Jianguo poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to Chen Zijin: “Here, it’s cold today—drink some tea to warm up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, Dad,” Chen Zijin accepted the tea, cradling it in her palms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every word, every “Dad” and “Mom,” struck Yu Shuheng like a blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Professor Yu’s composure was long perfected—her expression remained perfectly calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After greeting the elderly couple, Chen Zijin finally turned her gaze to Yu Shuheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If once Chen Zijin had respected Yu Shuheng as a university professor, now her gaze was purely scanning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, her eyes swept over Professor Yu like infrared beams—up and down, leaving no inch unexamined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, she concluded: she herself was 166 cm tall; the other woman stood half a head taller, with a dignified, beautiful face. Her greatest trait was that scholarly aura, that refined, cultured beauty—something few other women could replicate. Chen Zijin’s eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Chen Zijin quickly regained her composure and asked: “Professor Yu, did you come from Shanghai?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Shuheng smiled: “Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as the two women spoke, Li Jianguo and Tian Run’e’s hearts leapt to their throats, yet they dared not intervene—only watched and listened cautiously, ready to rush in if a fight broke out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Zijin smiled sweetly: “You’ve changed so much. Our last meeting was over half a year ago—Professor Yu has become much more feminine. By the way, Professor Yu, have you found someone yet?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to before, Yu Shuheng had indeed become more alluring, more feminine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, being constantly caressed and fondled by someone—female hormones surge—how could she not grow more beautiful?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Zijin’s question was skillfully phrased—on the surface, it was ordinary concern, a kind inquiry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But anyone with eyes could see: this was no light remark. Its implication was unmistakable, its aggression sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if saying: Professor Yu, Li Heng is my man—the man I’ve slept with for three years. There are thousands of men in the world—why steal mine? Why not find a worthy partner elsewhere?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, Chen Zijin wouldn’t say it so bluntly. But human hearts are complex—especially for Yu Shuheng, the outsider, who already carried guilt and couldn’t help overthinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Jianguo and Tian Run’e exchanged glances, both deeply uneasy, ready to intervene at any moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tian Run’e watched Zijin and thought: normally, Zijin was so sensible, so filial to her. But she was also sharp-tongued—her words to Professor Yu were all honeyed, flawless on the surface. Yet upon closer analysis, every sweet phrase hid daggers and gunpowder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tian Run’e didn’t blame Zijin—only felt deep guilt. Any woman, when her last shred of survival space is threatened, even a sick cat will bare its fangs and fight back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Li household was Chen Zijin’s last survival space. She hadn’t gone to Fudan to declare her sovereignty, hadn’t publicly broken with Xiao Han, hadn’t openly interfered in Li Heng’s outside affairs—she’d already given him every ounce of face and male dignity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if even her final sanctuary was suffocating, even a clay Buddha has three parts of fire—she must retaliate against intruders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this situation, Chen Zijin had nowhere left to retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless she left Li Heng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if she left Li Heng, what could she do? Chen Zijin was suddenly lost, unable to find meaning or value in continuing to live.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had given everything for this man—for this love.\u003C\u002Fp>",1214,"2026-06-19T15:27:37.100Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","ea17df96e3ecffd7f82abcda0e4bf9f39c8e6fbb4a77bf0ac79bd6ddb774b446","1987-my-era-chapter-584","1987-my-era-chapter-582",713,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002F1987-my-era-cover.jpg"]