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 held a rose in her hand, the petals with dew gently brushing against the man's chest, akin to a breeze of spring passing by. She leaned in very close, her voice seductive as she said, "How about following me? I can make you the richest man in China, and I can protect you."


This was how the renowned eight great families of China came to be, seeking their ancestors' blessings and willingly serving them generation after generation.


Duan Xingye blurted out from the side, "Isn't this just asking someone to be a lackey?" He was willing, oh, how he wished to sign up!


Tsk—would becoming an ancestor's lackey treat you unfairly?


Duan Feihan's eyes, which were slightly bright just moments before, gradually turned cold. He stepped back, creating distance from Bai Chuwei, and his thin lips suddenly pressed into a straight line as he said indifferently, "I refuse."


Chapter 086 I Refuse