What Was She Crying Over?

What was that supposed to mean?

Ye Shuyun immediately assumed he meant, "She's okay."

"If you like her, then you should spend more time with her and try your best to get married this year."

"I…" Lu Yi was about to say something, but decided against it at the last second. Instead, he asked, "You like Fang Zhu?"

"I do," Ye Shuyun nodded. "Xiao Zhu is a good woman. She has a competitive streak, but I'll take that over all the sly, opportunistic women out there any day. She'll make an excellent wife." Ye Shuyun paused. She narrowed her eyes as she added, "I'm warning you, don't you dare bring home one of those loose, immoral women. Look at Lu Qin— he's been dating models and celebrities, one after another. Those women will never make good wives. If you date one," Ye Shuyun's expression darkened, "I'll disown you. Understand?"

Lu Yi did not reply. He turned around to open the door to his room. Suddenly, he heard his mother give a loud shriek.