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

One after another, the voices surged like waves, filled with boundless excitement.


Bai Chuwei stood beside Duan Feihan, her eyes gleaming with interest as she looked into the sublevel seven, where the crowd lined up in two rows like twin walls of people, each one brimming with indescribable excitement.


"Welcome, Young Master! Welcome, Young Master!"


Bai Chuwei clicked her tongue, feeling moved by the enthusiasm of these young friends.


One young, muscular man strode forward, his speech to Duan Feihan turning incoherent with excitement, "Young Master, you've finally come yourself! We—we've been waiting for so long, we're like the delicate wives locked in their boudoirs, constantly pining and hoping..."


"Datou, if you don't know what to say, don't talk nonsense!" someone chided with a laugh from behind.


Bai Chuwei stood next to Duan Feihan, not interjecting, but looking around the theater's sublevel seven with high spirits.


Chapter 725 We Are the Lonely Delicate Wife in the Boudoir