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 took a deep breath, feeling that this time she had truly encountered a serious situation.


This was not a good sign. Bai Chuwei grabbed Duan Feihan's wrist tightly, "Quick, I'll take you home."


The Fourth Young Master of the Duan Family had fallen to the point of needing a woman to take him home.


Since meeting Bai Chuwei, he really hadn't had the chance to do the things that a domineering CEO would do in idol dramas; Bai Chuwei had taken care of it all by herself!


Su Qiuqiu watched in a daze as Bai Chuwei led Duan Feihan away. Just... just like that, leaving her behind?


Su Qiuqiu took out her phone from her pocket, and with a sense of grievance, she called Wuming.


"Sorry, I can't satisfy your collecting habit. The Buddha Beads broke on their own."


Upon hearing this, Wuming paused, and his light laughter came through the wireless, "It doesn't matter."


Chapter 698: Do You Really Think the Ancestor Lived In Vain for Over Five Thousand Years?