After I Became a Research Scientist's Wife [The 1970s]

Lin Qishu first saw Fu He in her mentor's photo album: a narrow old photograph, where even the grainy pixels of the 1970s couldn't hide his bright, confident spirit and handsome features.

Her mentor, an academician at the Chinese Academy of Sciences, told her that Fu He had been his classmate at university, and one of the most outstanding young researchers of his generation. If he were still alive, many of today's scientific breakthroughs might have come three or four years sooner.

It was a shame that fate had taken a gifted mind too soon. Fu He had returned to his hometown to get married, but died in a landslide accident on the way back. Some of the research materials he was carrying were completely destroyed. As a result, the research lineage nearly broke, and the projects he had led became difficult to continue after his untimely death.

Lin Qishu had looked through the project files. In the final entry before the accident, Fu He seemed to have been in a hurry. At the bottom of the page, he had hastily scribbled: “Found a new set of data. It should point to a new research direction. There's no room to write it all down here. I'll mark it with a dot and explain when I get back.”

From then on, the mystery of what that data, too extensive to fit on the page, actually contained became a nightmare that drove the academic madwoman Lin Qishu into a frenzy whenever she woke from a midnight dream, cursing the defense industry for leaving no room for love.

Then one day, she opened her eyes and discovered that she had become the woman Fu He had returned to his hometown to marry.

In a so-called “bridal chamber” steeped in the atmosphere of a bygone era, Lin Qishu vaulted out the window and over the wall in one fluid motion, rummaged through everything, and dragged out her newlywed husband's suitcase. Then she found herself face-to-face with a crowd of aunts and other female relatives, who had come to see the commotion after learning the bride was missing and assuming she was running away from the wedding.

“Ha... hahaha.” Academic madwoman Lin Qishu forced a strained smile at Fu He, who was even a little more handsome than in the photograph. “Honey, where are your drafts?”

In Liu Cixin's Ball Lightning, Lin Yun is my favorite character, so for a while I've really wanted to write about a researcher who's stubborn and determined, with a bit of Lin Yun in her. So I took a tentative stab at a blurb. I wonder if anyone would want to read it.

Most likely, it won't be set in an alternate world, so for now I'm planning a period novel. After all, if I could predict the latest technology within a modern timeline and write a convincing progression of events in the industry, I wouldn't be here. I'd either be at a research institute or in prison (lol).

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