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 was at a loss for words, her eyes cast down as her long lashes trembled gently.


In social interactions, she had always been content with nodding acquaintances. The longer she knew someone, the more time she spent with them, the more affection would develop.


Eventually, when people are about to die, she would be the only one left, the sole person to cherish memories of friendships and family ties.


Therefore, their ancestors found it difficult to make deep connections with people, never having friends, wandering the world alone, witnessing the myriad rises and falls of life.


Even with Duan Feihan... she couldn't imagine the day when he would grow old and die before her eyes.


Bai Chuwei snapped back to reality and glanced at Xue Qiu, who was still desperately running in the wheel on her desk, and huffed, "Hanhan, cultivation isn't as simple as you think. Look at Xue Qiu who has been with me for twenty years; it can't even perform the Transformation, utterly foolish."


Chapter 514: Weiwei, are you keeping a wild man upstairs?