CHAPTER 745: CHAPTER 747: THE OLD MAN IS POWERLESS

Li Fuyou left the Huaman Building with an ashen face, silent throughout the journey, which weighed heavily on Amo’s heart.

But there was nothing he could do about such a matter, trailing behind as the young master stumbled forward.

The two quickly returned to Li Mansion.

After alighting from the carriage, Li Fuyou had an indescribable look of desolation about him, as if he had aged overnight. The sprightly youth of eighteen was nowhere to be found. He spoke faintly, "Amo, go back."

Amo had no choice but to obey his young master’s instructions and left the room. However, out of concern, he didn’t go far, instead standing guard outside the door.

Sure enough, once alone in the room, Li Fuyou had another outburst.

Unable to accept the inhumane reality, after Amo left, he flipped the table over instantly. The teapot and cups on the table scattered everywhere, clinking and clattering. Fragments of the cups, due to inertia, rebounded onto Li Fuyou’s face, causing blood to drip down instantly.

But Li Fuyou didn’t feel the pain at all. All he wanted to do at that moment was to vent his madness. He picked up a chair and smashed it violently, his eyes bloodshot, like a lion on a rampage, furiously demolishing everything in the room.

Hearing the noise, Amo rushed into the room. Seeing the chaotic scene and the injury on his young master’s face, he was heartbroken. He quickly grabbed his young master, shouting, "Young master, calm down, please, calm down."

But Li Fuyou couldn’t calm down. He kept struggling and acting out, "Amo, let go of me."

Amo’s eyes also turned bloodshot as he yelled back, "Young master, you can’t give up on yourself like this. You weren’t always helpless before, you’re just sick now. We can see a doctor, if it’s an illness it can be treated."

Hearing this, Li Fuyou stopped his actions and calmed down, but the fierce sharpness he once had was also gone. He spoke softly, "Go and fetch the doctor."

With a glimmer of hope in his eyes upon hearing this, Amo sent the servants to invite the doctor.

He also asked the servants to clean up the mess.

The doctor soon arrived at the mansion, and Amo had already informed him at the door about the particular illness to look into, in case the young master couldn’t speak for himself later.

After listening, the doctor followed Amo into the room. Moments later, the doctor came out after examining the patient.

He shook his head at Amo, "I am powerless to help; I’m afraid he will be unable to conduct himself properly for the rest of his life."

Heartbroken by this news, Amo knew his young master could not go on like this. He returned to the room and said to the young master,

"Young master, the doctor just said there’s nothing wrong with that aspect. You’re just shaken. As long as you don’t dwell too much on this matter and shift your attention, you will gradually get better."

Sure enough, Amo’s words seemed to persuade Li Fuyou, who brightened up, his gaze clearing once again. He declared that he couldn’t possibly be ruined and that there must be some reason for his condition.

Indeed, all of this had been orchestrated by the eldest son of the Chu Family, and the humiliation he suffered today was due to him. This deep hatred, Li Fuyou resolved, must be avenged.

These past days, he had been preoccupied with the matter, neglecting the wine business. Now knowing that he wouldn’t be affected, he wanted to check on his establishment.

"Amo, we will go to the wine shop tomorrow."

"Alright." Amo felt an indescribable joy, his young master had finally returned to normal, finally taking interest in the wine business. He too breathed a sigh of relief.