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

In a private booth on the second floor of the Beauty Teahouse, a girl in a black gauze dress lay sprawled on the soft cushions, her waterfall-like white hair cascading down carelessly, her face and posture brimming with seduction, marked by a touch of red on her forehead.


Despite being full of allure, there was a hint of innocence deep in her eyes, creating an indescribable charm when mixed together.


She was holding a pillow, eating melon seeds.


Standing beside her was an elegant old maid with a worried expression, "Miss Qiuqiu, you're out to find a mate, not to play."


Su Qiuqiu coquettishly replied, "Maid, a mate has to be beautiful too, I'm looking."


Her coquettishness, naïve and endearing in itself, turned irresistibly charming when it came from her.


Su Qiuqiu took out a mirror from her bag, looked at her face, and sighed as she gently stroked her cheek, "The biggest failure of my life might be that I can't kiss my own face, right?"


Chapter 628: How about you make a pact with me as my Dao companion?