Exiled!? Ha! I have An Infinite Space-Chapter 102 -

Inside the courtyard, the table had already been set with the morning meal, and although the food was simple, it was arranged in a way that tried to make it look presentable. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Grandpa Fu sat down first with a quiet sigh, while Grandma Fu lowered herself beside him, her expression already showing impatience.

Uncle Fu was also present, seated at the side, but he remained unusually silent, his face unreadable as he simply watched everything unfold without saying a word.

Aunt Fu came out from the kitchen carrying the last pot of food, and although she placed it on the table, her movements were stiff, and it was clear that she was already in a bad mood.

Fu Jia followed behind her slowly, dragging her feet as she took her seat, her expression unwilling and tired, as though she had already had enough of the morning.

Li Manman stepped out last.

Her posture was straight, and her steps were calm and controlled as she walked forward and took the seat at the head of the table as if it naturally belonged to her.

No one stopped her.

No one questioned her.

Fu Fong walked out shortly after and sat beside her, his expression dark but quiet, as if he had already decided not to involve himself in whatever would happen next.

For a brief moment, the table remained silent.

Then Li Manman picked up her chopsticks.

She tasted the food.

Her expression changed immediately.

"This is still terrible," she said clearly, her tone flat but cutting through the silence.

Aunt Fu’s hands tightened at her sides.

"I already remade it," she replied, trying to keep her voice steady.

"And it is still bad," Li Manman said without hesitation, placing the chopsticks down with a soft but deliberate sound.

Her eyes moved slowly across the table.

"If this is the best you can do, then it is no surprise this family has fallen to this point," she continued.

Grandma Fu frowned deeply.

"You speak too boldly," she said, her voice sharp with displeasure.

Li Manman did not even turn to look at her.

"I speak the truth," she replied calmly.

Her gaze shifted toward Fu Jia, and her eyes grew colder.

"And you," she added, "what exactly are you useful for in this house?"

Fu Jia stiffened.

"I was sweeping earlier," she said, her voice defensive.

"Poorly," Li Manman cut in immediately.

"If this is the level of effort you give, then no decent family will ever take you in, and you will spend your life being nothing but a burden."

Fu Jia’s face turned red with anger, but she did not dare to argue further, and she lowered her head as her hands clenched tightly in her lap.

Throughout all of this, Fu Fong said nothing.

He continued eating quietly, his expression unchanged, as if the insults directed at his mother, his sister, and even his family had nothing to do with him.

Uncle Fu also remained silent, his eyes lowered as he ate slowly, showing no intention of stepping in or stopping anything.

The tension at the table grew heavier with every word.

Then Li Manman leaned back slightly and wiped her hands with a cloth before speaking again.

"I have already decided what we will do next," she said.

This time, everyone’s attention shifted toward her.

Grandma Fu looked at her with suspicion.

"What are you planning now?" she asked.

Li Manman lifted her chin slightly.

"I will open an inn," she said.

The words settled heavily over the table.

Aunt Fu frowned.

"An inn?" she repeated.

"Yes," Li Manman replied calmly. "Even in a place like this, people come and go, and they need somewhere to stay, so there is always money to be made."

Fu Jia let out a quiet scoff under her breath.

"And where will you get the money from?" she asked, unable to hide her doubt.

Li Manman turned her head slowly and looked at her.

A faint smirk appeared on her lips.

"That is not something you need to worry about," she said.

Fu Jia frowned more deeply.

"How much money do you even have?" she pressed.

Li Manman’s smile widened slightly.

"Enough to make something out of nothing," she replied.

Then she leaned forward slightly, her voice lowering just enough to draw everyone in.

"Thankfully, I had the sense to take some money from the Fu mansion before the exile," she said.

The table fell into silence.

Grandma Fu’s eyes widened slightly in shock.

Aunt Fu froze where she stood.

Even Uncle Fu paused briefly, though he still said nothing.

Fu Jia stared at her in disbelief.

"You stole from the family?" she asked.

Li Manman did not look ashamed.

"I secured my future," she said calmly. "If I had not done that, we would all be starving now."

Fu Fong’s hand paused for a moment, but he still did not speak.

Li Manman straightened again, her confidence clear.

"With that money, I will open an inn, and once it is running, we will have a steady source of income," she said.

Her gaze moved across each of them.

"And all of you will help me."

No one responded immediately.

So she continued, assigning roles as if everything had already been decided.

"You," she said to Aunt Fu, "will handle the kitchen, and this time you will learn to cook properly."

Aunt Fu’s expression tightened, but she held her silence.

"You," she said to Fu Jia, "will clean the rooms and take care of the guests, and I expect you to do it properly."

Fu Jia bit her lip but did not argue.

Then Li Manman turned toward Fu Fong.

Her expression changed instantly, becoming softer and almost gentle.

"Fu Fong," she said quietly.

She leaned slightly closer to him, her tone now calm and sweet.

"You will support me, right?"

Fu Fong looked at her.

There was a pause.

Then he nodded.

"Yes," he said. "I will support you."

A satisfied smile appeared on Li Manman’s face.

"That is good," she said.

She leaned back again, completely at ease, as if everything had already gone exactly as she planned.

Around the table, no one spoke.

Even Uncle Fu remained silent.

The tension remained in the air, heavy and unspoken, but no one dared to challenge her.