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

Due to Bai Chuwei's non-cooperation during commentary, the well-funded production team directly invited a university computer science professor to explain on the spot.


Bai Chuwei sat in front of her desk, turned off her microphone, and let Xue Qiu continue to monitor the competition.


The weather outside the window was slightly cooler, as it had gradually entered autumn and the breeze was getting colder.


A small pink and blue object flew in through the window and settled gracefully in front of Bai Chuwei.


Bai Chuwei was taken aback, a flash of surprise passing through her beautiful eyes.


This wasn't the Thousand Paper Cranes she liked to fold, but a... Red-crowned Crane.


One of its little legs could stand upright.


She took a closer look and saw a sentence written on its small wing, "I wish to see you in my dreams tonight."


Written with a black gel pen, the strokes carried a hint of severity; this was… Duan Feihan's handwriting.


Chapter 606: Tonight, I Dream of Seeing You