[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-1987-my-era":3,"chapter-1987-my-era-1987-my-era-chapter-641":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},2259801,4409,"Chapter 641: Needle Against Wheat Awn","1987-my-era-chapter-641",641,"\u003Cp>The two women faced off across the alley, their eyes flashing like lightning and fire, neither willing to yield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither backed down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long silence, Xiao Han drew a quiet breath and left No. 26 small house, stepping into the courtyard across the way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Shuheng hadn’t expected her to come over, hadn’t expected such boldness—she held her coffee cup, sipped slowly with interest, curious to see what trick Xiao Han was playing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crossing the threshold, Xiao Han tucked her hands behind her back and glanced around; seeing the garden lush with flowers and plants, she smiled sweetly and asked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Teacher, my boyfriend killed two ginkgo trees he planted—yours are thriving. What’s your secret?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The word “Teacher” implied Yu Shuheng’s seniority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if mocking: A teacher falling for her own male student—especially one snatched from another—is that proper?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the phrase “my boyfriend” was Xiao Han’s silent declaration of ownership.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Shuheng smiled and said, “Just put your heart into it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were both sharp—she understood every hidden meaning in Xiao Han’s words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet she dissolved it with just four words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Shuheng seemed to say: I put my heart into it, so these plants thrive; yours died—what does that mean?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It means Li Heng didn’t care enough. He didn’t truly care for you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After this exchange, the two women locked eyes, sharp as needle against wheat awn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a pause, Xiao Han offered a faint dimple: “Judging by your attire, Teacher, you’re clearly a refined person—why do you like picking up what others have discarded?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Shuheng replied calmly: “I avoid sourness. I dislike green apples—I prefer ripe red ones. Thank you and Chen Zijin for all these years of care and nourishment.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Teacher named “Chen Zijin,” striking back directly: If you speak of original ownership, Chen Zijin is the true one—you, Xiao Han, are also picking up scraps, stealing a man from your best friend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This sentence also marked Yu Shuheng’s first display of dominance to her romantic rival: You’ve ripened the green apple for me—but this man is mine now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as the two women tore off all pretense, tension crackling like gunpowder, a voice came from the second-floor pavilion: “Teacher, your phone…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Li Heng calling from the second-floor pavilion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d just gone upstairs, poured himself a glass of water, hadn’t finished drinking when the phone rang—he came out to warn them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before he finished speaking, he froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the hell is going on?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When did my scheming wife show up? Why is she in this courtyard?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way the two women stood—looks like they’re about to fight!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Han was already furious—the two symbolic ginkgo trees had died; anyone would snap. Normally, she’d just tug a strand of heaven’s hair, work behind the scenes, send a proxy to fight while she sat back and reaped the benefits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In her past life, she’d done exactly that—exploited and magnified Chen Zijin’s weaknesses, forcing Chen Zijin to tightly restrain Song Yu in the capital, causing Song Yu to reject Li Heng’s proposal twice out of guilt toward her best friend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At his shout, Yu Shuheng and Xiao Han both instinctively looked up at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three locked eyes—the atmosphere turned eerie and unpredictable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After ten seconds, Li Heng slowly regained his composure, turned, and walked back inside, descending the stairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The staircase felt endless; the first-floor living room stretched on forever—but Li Heng, heart pounding, finally made it through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he stepped out the front door, both women’s gazes snapped to him, waiting to see who he’d speak to first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meeting their strange stares, Li Heng grinned broadly, brazenly saying: “Teacher, Ye Qing called—she needs you urgently.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing he didn’t blindly favor Xiao Han as before, didn’t grab her hand and drag her away in front of her, Yu Shuheng felt a flicker of satisfaction; she smiled faintly, nodded, and walked inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some things can’t be rushed—you must proceed gradually. Since her standing in his heart still lagged behind Xiao Han, Chen Zijin, and Song Yu, she’d use time to erode them. Today, he’d greeted her first—she’d count that as partial victory.\u003C\u002Fp>",689,"2026-06-19T15:27:37.732Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","b0102b272dbdd93deb870da25321aa99e8a30a769570f9e42cafe1859f72e490","1987-my-era-chapter-642","1987-my-era-chapter-640",713,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002F1987-my-era-cover.jpg"]