[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-1987-my-era":3,"chapter-1987-my-era-1987-my-era-chapter-662":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},2259822,4409,"Chapter 662","1987-my-era-chapter-662",662,"\u003Cp>Seeing his scheming wife launch a full-scale attack, dragging Yu Shuheng and Zhou Shihe into it, Li Heng’s heart skipped a beat—he knew if he didn’t stop her now, his birthday would be ruined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He put down the kitchen knife, hastily wiped his hands on his apron, then bent forward and wrapped his arms around Xiao Han from behind, before Song Yu could speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leaned in and kissed her cheek, pleading: “Wife, it’s my birthday today—can you at least give me some face?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Being hugged by her honey in front of Song Yu, kissed by her honey right in front of her biggest rival, called “wife” with such sweet tone—it was pure bliss! Xiao Han’s vanity was instantly satisfied; she felt like she might float right off the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Han smiled with her little dimples, but feigned disgust: “Ugh, your hands reek of fish—so nasty! If you want to hug, go hug Mrs. Song—she’s our guest, after all. This kind of mushiness makes me too embarrassed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perfect—classic case of taking the win and then rubbing it in. She was also seizing the chance to strike at Song Yu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng ignored her little games, leaned in again, kissed her cheek once more, then released his scheming wife.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A moment later, he turned to Song Yu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yu looked back at him, her dark eyes calm and steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They locked gazes for four or five seconds; his anxious heart settled. Then, under Xiao Han’s watchful eyes, he leaned in, aiming to kiss Song Yu’s cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yu turned her head just in time—his lips missed her cheek, but caught her earlobe instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He kissed briefly, then swiftly pulled away, stood up, and returned to the cutting board, picking up the knife again to continue preparing the yellow croaker and abalone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm, these yellow croaker and premium double-head abalone were gifts from Aunt Shen Xin—he could never afford them himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Li Heng’s chaotic interruption, the two women’s bickering atmosphere was shattered. They exchanged glances, then lowered their heads and quietly began washing and picking vegetables.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A strange silence spread through the kitchen—so quiet, only the rhythmic clacking of knives against the cutting board echoed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng’s actions had just plainly declared his stance to both women: Stop fighting. You both hold equal standing with me. My palms and backs are both flesh—I can’t let go of either, and I won’t let either be mistreated. Don’t make me choose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t expect this kiss to fully resolve their hostility—that was unrealistic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t they fight for decades in their past lives without ever making peace? How could they possibly obey him so meekly now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He acted this way simply to ask both women for a favor today—to give him some face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both Song Yu and Xiao Han were sharp-witted—they understood his intentions instantly. They suppressed their thoughts, settled down, and quietly helped him prepare the birthday feast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through Li Heng’s actions, Song Yu keenly realized: Though he promised to marry her, Xiao Han’s position in his heart was hardly lower than hers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recalling how, after the college entrance exam, he had abandoned her temporarily to pursue Xiao Han in Shanghai, Song Yu’s heart churned with mixed emotions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yu suddenly understood a truth: His promise, though vital, might never be fulfilled—it remained uncertain, full of unknowns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, Zhou Shihe and the Zhou family behind her were no pushovers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, Xiao Han, equally doted upon by him, would never let him marry her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, Yu Shuheng controlled over half his business—holding his lifeline—another major obstacle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With so many external factors at play, she realized: marrying Li Heng in the future would be an uphill battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yu was lost in thought; Xiao Han was equally tangled in her own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though her honey had hugged her first and kissed her twice, that lingering, tender gaze between him and Song Yu struck Xiao Han’s heart like a bomb—disturbing her, making her sour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the kitchen fall silent, Sun Manning peeked in from outside, then quietly placed the soy sauce by the kitchen door and slipped away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn it! Something’s off! Did they just fight?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking this, Sun Manning quietly sat beside Ye Ning and whispered: “Why’s the kitchen so quiet? Did they just fight?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Ning replied: “Fight? Pfft! Li Heng’s in there—how could they possibly fight?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Sun Manning turned to Zhang Zhiyong: “Hey, you idiot, why aren’t you helping in the kitchen?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Zhiyong smirked: “Help? What help? Old Master sees them and turns into a mouse seeing a cat—he’s terrified. No way. I won’t go. Not even if you kill me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Haiyan chimed in: “There’s so much food—they three can’t handle it alone. Why don’t we all go in and help?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone present agreed, rising to head to the kitchen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just then, a frail figure appeared at the door—Zhou Shihe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the Fudan Queen glide in, everyone in the living room turned to look at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meeting all their gazes, Zhou Shihe paused briefly, then softly asked: “Aren’t you going to help in the kitchen?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Ning replied in a strange tone: “There are two tigers inside—we little ones dare not enter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Shihe blinked, then understood: Song Yu and Xiao Han must be at odds, making Ningning and the others uncomfortable—so they’d stepped out to avoid the chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Shihe glanced toward the kitchen, thought for a moment, then calmly walked through the living room and stepped into the kitchen without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The previously dead silence of the kitchen shattered the moment she entered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Han, seated facing the door, was the first to see Zhou Shihe. The two women exchanged glances; Xiao Han greeted: “You’re here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she chirped: “Mrs. Zhou, I heard you’re an excellent cook?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Shihe heard “Mrs. Zhou” for the first time—slightly stunned—but replied: “A little.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Han asked: “Can you cook Hunan cuisine?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Shihe said: “A little.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Han beamed: “Oh, that’s wonderful! Then please go help our husband with the cooking—I and Mrs. Song only know how to eat, we can’t cook at all. Having another sister who can cook is such a blessing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Xiao Han’s tone was full of cheer, Song Yu instantly understood: This wasn’t empty chatter—it carried a hidden logic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the red ribbon at Jing’an Temple, Zhou Shihe had wished: May I alone win one heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Han, using phrases like “our husband” and “sisters,” subtly mocked Zhou Shihe—telling her plainly: Recognize the situation. Don’t dream of monopolizing him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words: Give up on monopolizing Li Heng. Quit now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yu had met Xiao Han before, but barely interacted—she knew only that the woman was cunning and liked to manipulate from behind. Today, she fully experienced Xiao Han’s sharp tongue and crafty mind—she’d fallen right into a trap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although Xiao Han and Song Yu often argued, whenever another rival appeared, they would silently pause their feud and unite against the outsider—a long-standing, unspoken understanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though this understanding had no written terms, no signatures, no legal force, and could shatter at any moment, both women still quietly upheld it—for now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was unavoidable: Alone, neither could defeat Zhou Shihe or Yu Shuheng. Because the Zhou and Yu families weren’t single people—they were powerful clans capable of influencing Li Heng’s career and major life decisions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sensing the undercurrent, sensing the sting in the words, Zhou Shihe glanced at Xiao Han, then at silent Song Yu. Her sharp mind quickly pieced it together: Song Yu had visited Jing’an Temple this morning—she knew Zhou Shihe’s red ribbon wish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And did Xiao Han just now also know?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So… had Song Yu and Xiao Han already teamed up?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Realizing this, Zhou Shihe glanced again at Song Yu and Xiao Han, then said gently: “The kitchen is full of smoke—it’s bad for the skin. If you can’t cook, rest outside. Me and Li Heng can handle it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a direct counterattack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Han had playfully emphasized “our husband”; Zhou Shihe firmly declared: “Me and Li Heng are enough.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The message was blunt: Go somewhere else and cool off. Li Heng has me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Han half-closed her eyes, smiled sweetly: “You’re so frail—can you handle all this cooking?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meaning: You’re so weak—can Li Heng even handle you alone?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Shihe took another apron from the wall, tied it on, and replied gently: “My digestion isn’t as strong as yours, but my family doctor advises me to eat small meals often. And after two years together, I’ve learned Li Heng is very considerate—you don’t need to worry.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Han asked: Can you handle it alone?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Shihe replied: Small meals often—no problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Han asked: Still hoping to monopolize him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Shihe replied: Yes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Han’s smile remained: “Have you ever eaten our master? How can you be so sure you can handle him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fine—since the mask was off, Xiao Han stopped pretending. She laid it all bare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Han’s words were devastating: You haven’t even slept with Li Heng—how dare you act like you can handle him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The key point: You haven’t even slept with Li Heng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The topic had twisted, but the tension grew thicker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Shihe smiled lightly, pointing to the fish simmering in the pot: “The fish is cooked now—it’s edible. But no seasonings yet—it’s far from delicious. You can eat it now, but is it really good?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze seemed to say: Thank you for training Li Heng—I’ll reap the benefits later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These women were all so restless—Li Heng’s head throbbed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had a gut feeling: If he didn’t interrupt now, his scheming wife’s next words would be brutal—and Zhou Shihe might break down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Xiao Han could speak, Li Heng swiftly covered her mouth with his right hand, grabbed Zhou Shihe with his left, pulled her to the stove, shoved the spatula into her hand, and declared calmly: “Today’s my birthday—can you please let me enjoy it? If you won’t listen, I’m saying this now: Whoever behaves badly, I’ll sleep with tonight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yu: “...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Shihe: “...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Zhou Shihe and Xiao Han had seemed unfazed during their bickering, this blunt statement turned her ears crimson—from earlobes to neck, her whole body burned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both Song Yu and Zhou Shihe were still virgins—they’d never heard such vulgar words. Even with brilliant minds, they were momentarily stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alone with either Song Yu or Zhou Shihe, Li Heng would never dare say such a thing—it would be far too uncool, too low-class.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But facing all three women at once, to quell their fighting, he had no choice but to use this desperate tactic. After all, with so many present, none would blame him alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Han pressed her lips together, smiled, and gave him a sultry, exaggerated side-eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, voices came from outside the living room—Xiao Lin and Liao Editor had arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Heng looked at Zhou Shihe, who was carefully cooking, and at Song Yu, who was earnestly washing vegetables, then said to Xiao Han: “Hanhan, go greet the guests for me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Han’s face fell, her expression twisted into a knot, tilting her head to stare at him.\u003C\u002Fp>",1858,"2026-06-19T15:27:37.732Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","7bd4db3bfe6d194d55dd5c64ea1a46fb7a378c461c5cc40d4368868a5d53a9c0","1987-my-era-chapter-663","1987-my-era-chapter-661",713,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002F1987-my-era-cover.jpg"]