After Five Years of Widowhood, I Became the Chief Engineer of a Great Country.

On their wedding night, the husband was picked up by a black jeep and never came back. Everyone said that I killed him. My husband's family forced me to remarry, robbed me of my pension, and pushed me into the ancestral hall. The villagers pointed at my nose and cursed: Widow Coff, you should accept your fate. But they didn't know that there was a notebook hidden in the old wooden box he left behind. In that notebook, there were things he had not finished. Five years later, I stood on the rostrum at the celebration of the great power's heavy weapons. Everyone calls me "Master Shen." The man who was deemed to have died walked in from the door wearing a military uniform and saluted me in front of countless cameras: "Commander Shen, the mission is completed, please return to the team." Someone in the audience cried. I didn't cry. I waited for him for five years, from widow to chief division officer. This time, it was his turn to wait for me.