The murmuring of the crowd behind him had been filling Li Fuyou’s ears, making him feel both furious and utterly humiliated. Even though Li Fuyou held everything in disdain, no one could tolerate such extreme disgrace; from today onwards, he would become the laughingstock of the entire city.
Enraged, the veins on his forehead bulged, and he ground his teeth with an audible gritting sound. Rage blazed in his eyes uncontrollably, like a lion provoked into fury. This deep grudge, this great hatred, he, Li Fuyou, must avenge.
Moments later, he finally calmed down and said, "Amo, find a secluded spot to let me down."
"Yes, young master." Li Fuyou’s attendant, Amo, ignored the pointing and gossiping on the streets, and carried Li Fuyou quickly, finally finding a secluded spot to set him down.
Li Fuyou, once set down, grimaced in pain and hissed, "Damn."
"Young master." Amo was worried. Seeing the young master’s body covered in bruises, he realized the extent to which his young master had been bullied last night. How could his young master endure such humiliation?
Li Fuyou’s eyes reddened again, and, clenching his fists, he trembled with anger all over. Those beggars had beaten him to the point where moving even slightly caused excruciating pain. What he couldn’t bear even more was the pain in his buttocks, as if they were about to split open.
He quickly dressed himself, enduring the pain, and said, "Amo, let’s go back."
Watching his young master limp with an uneven gait, Amo was filled with regret for having fallen for the enemy’s strategy yesterday, which led to him being pushed back repeatedly and separated further from the young master.
He hurried forward to support his young master, "Young master, wait here for me. I’ll find a carriage and be back quickly."
Li Fuyou nodded. Indeed, he could no longer walk. With every step he took, his entire body ached unbearably, his buttocks especially.
Amo quickly returned with a carriage, helped Li Fuyou onto it, and headed for the Li Mansion.
Finally, the carriage arrived at the entrance of the Li Mansion, and Li Fuyou was helped off by Amo.
As soon as the two entered the Li Mansion, a scolding female voice came.
"Li Fuyou, you still have the face to come back? You’ve utterly disgraced me. Now the whole town is gossiping that the owner of Dongfeng Restaurant has a penchant for male lovers, can’t stand the loneliness, and mixes with beggars in public. Tell me, what exactly are you doing?"
The woman sized up Li Fuyou, with not the slightest bit of sympathy, but instead poured salt on his wounds, "Looking at you , it seems it’s true. You’ve thrown away all my dignity. Useless son, fancying men..."
Lady Li prattled on with her rebukes, and Amo could no longer stand to listen, "Madam, the young master is a victim; the young master is not into that kind of relationship."
"You, a servant, stay out of this."
Li Fuyou, listening to his mother’s scolding, sneered coldly. Ha, this was his mother’s true face. Every time something happened, she would neither care for nor comfort him; she would only rebuke him.
In the past, when Li Fugui teased him, his mother would always scold him for being useless, while Li Fugui’s mother would dote on Li Fugui in every possible way. This made him jealous, and his personality grew increasingly eccentric. His current state was entirely crafted by his mother’s own hands.
His complexion turned exceedingly cold, his pale lips completely bloodless, trembling slightly like willow leaves. Finally, he spoke up, his voice filled with resentment, "Don’t forget, everything of the Li Family is mine now. If you’re unwilling to stay, then get lost."