Sweet Western Treasure

Bai Chuwei has lived for five thousand years, and after becoming an ancestor of all human beings, she descends the mountains and initiates the plot of a novel. 
A new female student is transferred into Henghua Secondary School Year 3. The young lady has bright eyes, white teeth, red lips and her appearance is similar to an immortal fairy. But unfortunately, she has Eighth-Grader Syndrome.
“The wealth of ten Duan Family added together does not even make up half of my combined wealth over the past five thousand years.”
“The first classic masterpiece of China? Oh I casually wrote that for fun two decades ago.”
“Scientific research isn’t comparable to flying in the skies with a sword. Today, this ancestor here shall teach everyone how to cultivate scientifically.”
The online lurkers reveal a snort of contempt and wait to see Bai Chuwei slapping herself in the face after acting so pretentiously. Eventually, the China Property Statistics Association reveals this particular information: The respected ancestor is the richest person in the world, owning the most number of gold mines, hundreds of islands, and countless property worldwide. 
China Writer’s Association: @Bai Chuwei, Respected ancestor, when will you continue updating your book after having stopped it for two centuries?

The Young Matriarch

Bai Chuwei lowered her eyes and swiftly packed up her belongings.

Duan Xingye had not noticed Bai Chuwei's movements yet as he was focused on his grandfather's smoother breathing and improving complexion.

He rejoiced quietly and turned to look at Bai Chuwei. "Weiwei, thank you so much! My third uncle will be here soon. Are you interested in celebrities? My third uncle, Duan Xiuqi is a popular actor. Do you want his signature?"

Bai Chuwei smiled superficially and replied in a cold voice. "I don't want his signature, but I am rather interested in his death."

With that, Bai Chuwei picked up her bag and walked out of the bedroom.

A thought flashed in Duan Feihan's mind and his long legs chased after Bai Chuwei's footsteps.

Bai Chuwei looked straight ahead and said, "Mr. Duan, your father's illness is not something that can be cured with a few needles. I'll write a prescription and have Duan Xingye bring it over. I'll be going back now."

Instead, I’m Rather Interested In His Death