Thinking of this, Li Fuyou shouted toward the outside, "Amo!"
Amo, who was outside, saw the Little Maid run out bare-bodied and knew something was wrong. He hurried into the room and saw his young master disheveled, sitting there. He anxiously began, "Young Master."
Li Fuyou couldn’t bear this blow. His eyes bloodshot, he barked harshly, "Send all the maids in the mansion to my room."
"This..." Amo was puzzled. The young master had never deigned to touch those people, how could he suddenly...?
"Haven’t you gone yet!" Li Fuyou roared again.
Amo had no choice but to obey the order, gathering all the Little Maids in the mansion to Li Fuyou’s room.
Amo waited outside and heard nothing but wails coming from within the room; without a doubt, the maids of Li Mansion were being ravaged by Li Fuyou.
However, the result did not change; Li Fuyou’s "third leg" still wouldn’t work.
"Get out, all of you, get out!" He furiously drove the maids out of his room.
Seeing the maids being chased out one after another, Amo hurried into the room. It was the first time he saw such a look of despair in his young master’s eyes. He anxiously began, "Young Master."
Unable to accept reality, Li Fuyou suddenly became extremely irritable. He stood up, grabbed a chair from the ground, and started wildly smashing everything in the room.
This situation terrified Amo. He quickly stepped forward and wrested the chair from his young master’s hands, "Young Master, please, calm down."
Li Fuyou, deprived of the chair, didn’t speak but grabbed another one and continued smashing furiously.
Seeing Li Fuyou’s madness, along with the state of those maids, even the usually slow Amo understood what was happening. His eyes filled with both heartache and anger, realizing this incident had rendered his young master incapable of being a man.
"Young Master, calm down. Let’s try again. It may not be your fault; maybe those maids just don’t know how to serve properly."
Hearing this, Li Fuyou paused, hope flickering in his eyes. Amo was right; it had to be the maids’ fault, not his own inability to be served by them.
Seeing his young master finally settled down, Amo quickly soothed him, "Young Master, don’t think too much. You’ve been sick these past few days, lacking the strength. Wait a few days until you’re better; you’ll improve as well."
Clearly, Amo’s words had an effect on Li Fuyou. He decided to take good care of his health and thus spoke, "Amo, find a doctor, I want to improve my health."
Quickly, Amo brought a doctor. Of course, for secrecy, they didn’t let the doctor look into the issue with men, but instead focused on general health. The doctor said his body was very robust, needing no improvement. Li Fuyou didn’t believe it and still had the doctor prescribe a pile of tonics.
He took the tonics for nearly ten days, his mind preoccupied with his body’s condition, whether he could be a man, whether he could continue the family line.
The issue made him fall into despair. As for Dongfeng Restaurant, he just went along with what the shopkeepers suggested, organizing promotions to barely maintain the restaurant’s expenses.
One morning, unable to bear the continued dysfunction of his "third leg," Li Fuyou decided to try his luck with the women from the brothel. It was said that the women of the brothel were unrestrained; perhaps they could arouse his desire.
"Amo, prepare yourself, we’re going to the brothel."
"Yes, young master." There was a look of deep sympathy in Amo’s eyes. His young master had always scorned going to the brothel, but now...