Exiled!? Ha! I have An Infinite Space-Chapter 91 -S

For a brief second, I did not move.

The warmth of his lips was still there, light and unexpected.

Then—

A soft cough sounded from the side.

"Ahem."

I turned immediately.

Fu Li stood there, holding a bowl in her hands. Her brows were slightly raised, and there was a clear smile she was trying not to show.

She walked forward slowly and placed the bowl of soup on the table.

"I did not know we were interrupting something important," she said lightly.

Her eyes moved between the two of us.

"Should I come back later?"

I straightened slightly, my expression calm as if nothing had happened.

"You can leave if you want," I said.

She clicked her tongue.

"I am not the one kissing in the open," she replied.

Behind her, Bai Ming walked over with another tray of food.

She paused for a moment, clearly catching the atmosphere, but she did not say anything. She simply lowered her head slightly and began placing the dishes on the table.

"Food is ready," she said.

Fu Li leaned closer to her and whispered just loud enough,

"You came late. You missed something interesting."

Bai Ming ignored her.

"I am not interested," she replied calmly as she adjusted the bowls.

Not long after, Fu Tong walked in from outside, dusting his hands.

"The courtyard is done," he said.

Then he looked at the table.

"Ah, food is ready."

His eyes moved to me, then to Fu Sheng, then back again.

He paused.

"...Did I also interrupt something?" he asked.

Fu Li laughed immediately.

"You are late too."

Fu Tong frowned slightly.

"Late for what?"

"For nothing," I said calmly.

Fu Li shook her head.

"Such a waste," she muttered.

Fu Sheng said nothing.

He simply picked up a bowl and placed it properly on the table, his expression steady.

Fu Teng came out not long after, wiping his hands.

"The beds are fixed," he said.

Madame Fu and Fu Fei followed behind him, carrying the last dishes.

"Come and sit," Madame Fu said. "Let us eat before it gets cold."

The children had already gathered around the table, their eyes fixed on the food.

"Can we eat now?"

"I am very hungry!"

Fu Jin and Fu Jun were already reaching forward.

"Wait," Madame Fu said.

Everyone began to settle down.

I took my seat again.

Fu Sheng sat beside me.

This time, he did not look at me.

But I noticed—

The tip of his ear was slightly red.

I looked away, a small smile forming on my lips.

Across the table, Fu Li was still watching.

Then she said,

"Next time... maybe wait until we are not around."

Fu Tong choked on his food.

"What are you even saying?"

Fu Li shrugged.

"I am just being considerate."

"No, you are not," he replied.

Bai Ming remained quiet, helping the children with their bowls.

Just as everyone settled down and started reaching for the food—

A voice came from the entrance.

"Are we late?"

I looked up.

An Li stood there, smiling as she stepped into the courtyard.

Behind her... her family followed.

For a moment, I paused and looked at them properly.

Her father walked in first. He looked calm and steady, with a straight posture and a composed face. Beside him was her mother, gentle-looking, her movements soft and quiet.

Behind them were two others.

A young girl and a young man.

The girl looked a little younger than An Li. Her long black hair was neatly packed and covered with a simple cloth. She wore a dark brown hanfu, clean and modest. Her eyes were calm as she looked around, quietly taking everything in.

Then—

My gaze shifted to the young man beside her.

He had long black hair that fell freely down his back. His robe was dark blue, well kept, and neat despite the surroundings. His features were... refined.

Too refined.

His face was delicate, almost too perfect for a man. If someone looked too quickly, they might mistake him for a woman.

Even standing there quietly, he drew attention.

Fu Tong blinked.

"...Ah," he said under his breath.

Fu Li nudged him lightly.

"Close your mouth," she whispered.

"I did not open it," he replied, but he still looked again.

An Li walked forward without hesitation.

"This is my family," she said.

She pointed lightly as she spoke.

"My father... my mother... my younger sister... and my elder brother."

Her tone was casual as if this was all very normal.

I stood up slightly.

"You came," I said.

Her mother smiled gently.

"Thank you for inviting us," she said.

Her father gave a small nod.

"We did not want to come empty-handed," he added.

He held out a small bundle.

"Just something simple."

I glanced at it, then shook my head.

"You did not have to bring anything."

"It is only right," he said.

Bai Ming stepped forward quietly and took it from him.

"Thank you," she said.

An Li’s brother had not spoken yet.

He simply stood there, his eyes moving across the courtyard slowly before stopping on me for a brief moment.

Then he looked away.

Her younger sister stayed close to their mother, her hands folded neatly.

Fu Fei walked forward slightly.

"Please come in," she said.

"There is enough space."

Fu Tong quickly pulled out another stool.

"Sit, sit," he said.

Fu Li added another bowl to the table without being told.

"Good thing we made enough food," she said.

The children were already staring at the new arrivals.

Fu Jin whispered,

"They brought more people..."

Fu Jun nodded.

"More people means more food."

"That is not how it works," Fu Qin said seriously.

Fu Lin just stayed quiet, watching.

I gestured toward the table.

"Sit," I said.

An Li smiled and moved first, pulling her family along.

"This is nice," she said as she looked around.

Her eyes moved across the table, the food, the candles.

Then back to me.

"You really settled fast."

I sat down again.

"We had to."

Fu Sheng sat beside me, his expression calm, but his gaze had already shifted slightly towards An Li’s brother.

Just for a moment, then back.

The table filled quickly.

An Li and her family settled down around the table, and the courtyard, which had just been filled with our own voices, now felt a little different with new people added to it.

Her elder brother took the seat beside Fu Teng.

Fu Teng did not react at all.

He sat upright as usual, his back straight and his expression calm. He did not greet him, did not turn to look at him, and did not say a single word. It was as if he did not even notice someone had sat beside him.

Madame Fu noticed that immediately.

Her eyes stayed on him for a brief moment, a slight frown forming, but she did not speak. She simply looked away and continued what she was doing.

On the other side, Master Fu had already started speaking with An Li’s father.

"It must not have been easy settling here," Master Fu said.

Mr. An nodded, his tone calm and steady.

"It was not easy at first, but after some time, you learn how things work in this place," he replied. "You just have to be careful and patient."

Their conversation flowed naturally, quiet but steady.

I looked at An Li again.

"You are not going to introduce your siblings?" I asked.

An Li blinked, then laughed softly as if she had just remembered.

"Ah, I almost forgot," she said.

She reached out and gently pulled her younger sister forward.

"This is my younger sister," she said with a smile. "Her name is An Nuan."

The girl lowered her head slightly, her movements neat and careful.

"My name is An Nuan," she said softly.

Her voice was gentle and calm, almost like a breeze.

"I am fifteen this year... I will be sixteen in a few days."

She hesitated for a moment, then added,

"I do sewing and embroidery. I have a small stall at the market."

As she spoke, her fingers lightly held onto her sleeve, her posture proper and reserved.

She looked soft.

Warm.

The kind of person people would not feel guarded around.

Across the table, Fu Tong had been staring at her the entire time.

Without blinking.

Fu Li noticed immediately.

At first, she said nothing, but when Fu Tong leaned forward slightly, as if trying to hear her better—

She kicked him under the table.

Hard.

Fu Tong stiffened and almost let out a sound.

"O—"

He quickly shut his mouth.

Fu Li shot him a sharp glare.

"Sit properly," she muttered under her breath.

"I am sitting properly," he whispered back.

"You are staring."

"I am not."

"You are."

He stopped arguing after that, but his eyes still found their way back.

An Nuan lowered her gaze, pretending not to notice anything.

Then An Li turned toward her elder brother.

"And this is my elder brother," she said.

He finally lifted his head slightly.

Then he spoke.

"My name is An Yu."

His voice was smooth and clear, not loud, but it carried easily across the table.

"I am twenty this year," he continued.

"I will be opening a pavilion here in a few days."

There was something steady about the way he spoke. He did not rush his words, and he did not try to impress anyone, yet his presence still stood out.

Fu Tong blinked again.

"...A pavilion?" he muttered quietly.

Even Fu Li raised a brow slightly.

Fu Teng, however, remained unchanged.

He did not react or even glance at him.

An Yu’s eyes moved toward him for a brief second, as if noticing his silence, but he said nothing and simply looked away again.