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

The biting cold wind scraped along the barren branches, making them appear even more desolate, yet cheers and shouts from the audience intermittently came from the great hall.


Bead after bead dropped down, strung on a golden thread, scattering upon the ground.


Su Qiuqiu took a step back in fright and exclaimed, "I didn't do this."


She had only brushed the Buddha Beads with the tip of her finger, she hadn't even committed a strong-arm robbery!


Already seen as enchantingly beautiful, her denial only seemed to give an impression of a villainous concubine flaunting her guile.


Su Qiuqiu's face twisted in distress, her brother Wuming specifically set her up to collect something that's now fallen apart!


And it had to shatter in front of her idol, no less. Wouldn't they blame her for this? She was so innocent.


Su Qiuqiu felt the sensation of being so smeared with blame that even diving into the Yellow River wouldn't cleanse her. She was at a loss for words.


Chapter 697: You Really Are Tang Seng's Flesh