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

Duan Xingye was first startled, then his eyes reddened as he took the fuzzy peach, saying very moved, "Weiwei is so good to me."


Bai Chuwei didn't make a sound, actually, she was just worried that the school's peach tree wasn't properly cared for and had been growing wild; even if she sped up the ripening process, it might not taste good, and she wanted Duan Xingye to be a guinea pig and try it first…


Duan Xingye unscrewed a bottle of mineral water, washed the peach with the water, and then bit into it fiercely, exclaiming with surprise, "Sweet."


Bai Chuwei's slender fingers lightly brushed her own chin as she murmured while looking at the splendid springtime peach blossoms, "It seems to be growing well."


As Duan Xingye munched on the first peach of the year, he asked curiously, "How did Ancestor Weiwei end up here?"


Bai Chuwei tugged lightly at the corner of her mouth, speaking indifferently, "I wanted to find a better peach grove to pick some peach blossoms to brew wine."


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