Lin Qinghan, the 21st century’s leading weapons expert, transmigrates into a book and becomes the pitiful woman in a military compound in the 1970s, married to Huo Ye, a regiment commander who has no interest in women and is destined to live like a widow.
The other officers’ wives mock her as they crack sunflower seeds. “With her husband never home, her days must be bitter as gall mixed with coptis!”
A scheming younger woman offers false comfort. “Don’t cry, sister. The regiment commander may not be up to the job, but at least his allowances are generous.”
Looking at the photo of the rugged man on the wall, Lin Qinghan sneers and tears up the divorce papers.
He’s no good? Even better!
All she needs is the identity of “Mrs. Huo” as cover, so she can turn the junk in the backyard into intercontinental ballistic missiles! Men are just dead weight that slows down the speed of drawing a blade!
So while everyone else is busy fighting their mothers-in-law and having babies, she’s working on nuclear fusion and building drones.
Then one late night, the legendary Huo Ye suddenly comes home and sees a room full of top-secret national blueprints.
“I hear you’ve been telling everyone I’m no good...”
