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 decisively passed through the door and went straight up to the second-floor bedroom.


Although it was pitch black, it posed no hindrance to her.


Duan Feihan stood inside the bedroom, wearing casual home pants on his lower half, but his muscular upper body was exposed, with a faint hint of his Adonis belt showing, still holding a shirt he hadn't had time to put on.


Bai Chuwei rushed up, hooked around the man's firm waist, and threw herself toward a corner.


Duan Feihan's body hit the cold wall with a muffled sound, and a flash of lightning lit up the dark night, carrying a thick chill with it.


As Bai Chuwei's fingers trailed over his body, her voice was slightly urgent, "Are you okay? Did you get struck?"


His body was unscathed, the muscles beneath her fingertips were still bulging, and as her fingers reached the edge of his pants, they paused for a moment.


Duan Feihan's voice was hoarse, "I'm fine."


Chapter 699 Are you not opposed to forming a pact with my dao companion?