The Young Matriarch

Chapter 165: Chapter 165 Qi Mo, Do You Dare to Hang Up on the Ancestor’s Call?

By the time Zhao Guangming and the group of slow-on-the-uptake experts realized that the news had already spread to the outside world—

Zhao Guangming pushed his reflective reading glasses up the bridge of his nose and declared emphatically, “There’s a mole!”

Professor Zhao Guangming was more with the times than other experts, as he used Weibo. When he checked Weibo, he saw that netizens were up late at night discussing the issue. The trending topic hung at the top of the trend list, firmly in place. In just a few hours, it had already exceeded three hundred million views.

The whole nation was paying attention.

Phones of all the experts, hospital doctors, and nurses were ringing off the hook, all calls coming from journalists making inquiries.

Haicheng Daily, which published the news first, gained a million followers overnight.

The situation had escalated to this extent, so a direct response was necessary.

Late that night, the Haicheng Cultural Heritage Preservation Bureau released an official Weibo post, admitting that they indeed had acquired the manuscript of the classical literature “Records of the Mountain Moon,” which contained the unpublished chapters 37 and 38. They had formed an expert panel to analyze it and would publish the original content of the later chapters soon.

An internal expert who had already seen the latter content posted late at night, “The content of chapters thirty-seven and thirty-eight is earth-shattering, making any continuation written in the past two hundred years pale in comparison. In terms of talent, in this life, I only admire Mr. Bai.”

Mr. Bai was a term of respect for the original author of “Records of the Mountain Moon,” whose gender was unknown to everyone.

Those wanting to weep were not just the students about to take their high school and college entrance exams but also directors in the entertainment industry, who nearly turned their hair white overnight.

It was a mess.

They had just spent a fortune to buy the rights to a certain continuation of the story. Should they even bother filming it now? Would their faces be smashed if it were released?

Their hearts were chilled to the core.

Meanwhile, book merchants had already sniffed out a business opportunity, instructing their employees to work overtime to prepare a new edition, just waiting for the last two chapters to be released!

Bai Chuwei had never expected that the book she had casually written because she was bored would be so revered by later generations.

“Wuwuwu—so stinky.” Xue Qiu, lying on the desk, suddenly covered his nose and leapt up, looking at Bai Chuwei working on a concoction with horror, “Ancestor, are you messing with poop?”

Bai Chuwei’s eyelid twitched; she waved her hand from a distance and directly smacked Xue Qiu off the balcony from the third floor.

She was making Spicy Soup, and after drinking this concoction, even she wouldn’t be able to make someone remember again. Unlike before, when she took away Bai Yinyin’s memory, there was still a chance for her to remember.

Bai Chuwei looked at the strange greenish-blue medicine in the bowl and gently covered her nose.

Ugh, it really did stink a bit.

…Surely no one would want to eat this stuff, right? It felt like eating shit.

Bai Chuwei thought of adding some sort of fragrance to the concoction, so she temporarily put the medicine away.

Bai Chuwei looked out at the crescent moon, feeling bored.

Having lived for five thousand years, she was fasting again—no need to eat or drink, even sleeping could be completely skipped.

So boring.

Living truly wasn’t all that interesting for her.

Especially at night, when all was still and the vast majority had started to fall asleep, the sense of loneliness became even more pronounced.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Bai Chuwei’s gaze casually fell on the calendar on her desk, and she realized something.

Oh, the one-month deadline to repay the Tong Family was approaching.

Bai Chuwei perked up, finally finding something to do.

Bai Chuwei picked up her phone and directly dialed Qi Mo’s number.

The call connected quickly.

The next moment, Qi Mo hung up the phone.

Bai Chuwei was taken aback, looking down at her phone screen, “????

Qi Mo, you dare hang up on your ancestor?