"Mom, where are you getting these ideas? Minister Qin isn't that kind of person!" Qiu Ye's face turned bright red as her mother's words embarrassed her, prompting her to quickly cut her off.
"Silly girl, all men are the same, once they have money, they turn bad. Xiao Qin is so capable and wealthy, and you're so pretty, I'm pretty sure he has designs on you. You mustn't let him deceive you, you know, you mustn't become someone else's mistress! Your father detested this most while he was alive, don't you—"
"Mom, stop talking, or I'm leaving!" Qiu Ye, seeing her mother rattling on incessantly and even dragging her father into it, became so angry that she stood up abruptly.
But as soon as she stood up, she felt dizzy and was unable to remain standing, falling back down onto the chair.
Qiu Ye's mother hurried to support her, asking in a panic, "Ye Zi, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me, okay?"