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

Although Su Ruan did not understand the situation, her heart was touched by what she heard.


She couldn't help saying, "Classmate Bai..."


Bai Chuwei's slender fingers caressed the iron button with floral patterns, and she said softly with downcast eyes, "I've heard that the second button on a school uniform represents the heart..."


But she didn't want that person's heart.


Bai Chuwei raised her head, and at that moment, the sun was blazing, high in the sky, not a single cloud in the azure expanse.


Suddenly, she raised her hand and threw the button towards the horizon, where it instantly vanished without a trace.


Duan Xingye exclaimed, "The heart of stone, Bai Chuwei."


Weiwei, you didn't have to, that second button treasured by his third uncle for twenty years, you threw it away like trash?


With that throw, who knows where it ended up on the school grounds, sooner or later it will be swept away as rubbish by the janitors...


Chapter 407 Ironheart Bai Chuwei