Exiled!? Ha! I have An Infinite Space-Chapter 95 -

I turned and began walking toward the main house.

The courtyard was quiet now. The candlelight flickered softly, and the night had settled in fully.

Just as I reached the front, I saw Madame Fu.

She was standing there with a bowl of water in her hands.

"You came at the right time," she said. "Take this to the kitchen for me."

I nodded and stepped forward to take the bowl from her.

"Alright."

She gave a small nod and did not say anything more.

I turned and walked toward the outdoor kitchen, holding the bowl carefully.

The closer I got, the quieter it felt.

Just as I reached the entrance—

I stopped.

Fu Fei was walking out.

Her expression looked tight, almost uneasy, and she did not notice me as she passed by.

I frowned slightly.

Something felt off.

I took a step forward, about to go in—

Then I heard voices.

I paused immediately.

Without making a sound, I stepped slightly to the side of the wall, out of sight.

Then I heard it clearly.

"You do not like women."

My eyes widened.

Inside, Fu Fei’s voice continued, softer now, but shaking.

"Father and brother are never at home... Mother is always busy... always attending to grandmother’s endless complaints. Fu Li does whatever she wants, and Fu Tong is always out or training."

Her voice trembled slightly.

"We are the only ones who are actually there... for each other."

There was a pause.

Then she spoke again.

"I remember that night," she said.

Her voice grew unsteady.

"The first time I followed Fu Li out... to that night gathering."

She took a breath.

"That was where I saw you."

Silence.

Then—

"You were wearing a hanfu," she continued slowly, "and you had makeup on."

Her voice softened.

"You looked... beautiful."

The word came out quietly.

"I did not understand it at first," she added. "You left quickly when you noticed the Fu siblings were there."

She let out a small breath.

"I was confused for days."

Another pause.

"Then one day... Fu Fong invited his friends for an archery competition," she said. "I was standing on the balcony..."

Her voice dropped.

"And I saw you."

Silence again.

"You were watching one of them," she said. "The way you looked at him..."

Her words slowed.

"That was when I understood."

Her voice trembled.

"My brother... was..."

She could not finish.

Then Fu Teng’s voice came.

Calm.

Clear.

"A cut sleeve."

The words settled heavily in the air.

Fu Fei let out a soft breath.

"You said it so easily," she said.

Fu Teng did not answer immediately.

Then he said,

"There is nothing difficult about saying the truth."

Fu Fei’s voice tightened.

"But do you know what that truth means?" she asked.

Silence.

"It means people will judge you," she continued. "It means they will not accept you. It means you will be alone."

Her voice softened again.

"It means this family may not even be able to protect you."

There was a long pause.

Then Fu Teng spoke.

"I know."

His voice did not shake.

"I have always known."

Fu Fei’s breathing grew uneven.

"Then why do you act like it does not matter?" she asked.

"It matters," he said. "But it does not change anything."

She stepped closer—I could hear it in her voice.

"It changes everything," she said.

Silence fell again.

Then Fu Teng spoke, quieter this time.

"No one would accept me for what I am," he said.

The words were steady, but heavy.

"I would only bring trouble to the family."

Fu Fei shook her head immediately.

"That is not true—"

"It is," he said.

"I will become something they are ashamed of."

Fu Fei’s voice broke.

"You are not a disgrace."

He was quiet for a moment.

Then he said softly,

"That is not how the world will see it."

Outside, I stood still, the bowl still in my hands.

I was shocked as fuck!

Outside, I remained standing there, the bowl still held firmly in my hands.

For a moment, my mind went completely blank, as if everything I had just heard refused to settle properly.

I was stunned.

The words I had just heard kept echoing in my head, repeating over and over again.

Fu Teng... is...?

Before I could even finish that thought, Fu Fei’s voice came from inside again, breaking through my thoughts.

"Then what are you going to do about it?" she asked.

Her tone had changed. It was no longer just emotional or shaken. It carried a serious weight now.

"About the marriage."

There was a brief silence after that.

I could not see him, but I could sense it clearly—Fu Teng hesitated.

"I... do not know," he finally said.

This time, his voice was quieter, less firm than before.

It was the first time I had heard uncertainty from him.

Fu Fei did not speak immediately.

When she finally did, her voice had become more resolute.

"Then you need to decide," she said.

Another pause followed.

"You only have two choices."

The air between them felt heavy, even from where I stood outside.

"Either you tell the family the truth," she continued slowly, choosing her words carefully,

"or you get married."

Those words landed heavily.

Neither of them spoke after that.

The silence that followed felt longer than it actually was.

Then I heard movement.

Fu Fei was turning toward the door.

My body reacted immediately.

Before she could step out and see me standing there, I quickly moved back and pressed myself against the wall beside the entrance, hiding myself from her view.

My grip on the bowl tightened without me realizing it.

A moment later—

She stepped out.

Her movements were steady, but her face still carried tension. She looked like someone who had just forced herself to stay calm.

She did not notice me as she walked past.

I remained still, holding my breath slightly, making sure not to draw any attention.

Her footsteps faded gradually as she walked away into the courtyard.

I waited.

A few seconds passed.

Then I heard another set of footsteps.

Slower this time.

Fu Teng.

He stepped out of the kitchen as well.

His movements were calm, almost too calm, as if nothing important had just been said.

He did not pause at the entrance.

He did not look around.

He simply walked past and left, disappearing into the dim light of the courtyard.

Only after his figure was completely gone did I slowly step out from where I had been hiding.

I remained at the entrance of the kitchen, still holding the bowl in my hands.

My heart was beating fast.

Too fast.

Everything I had just heard continued to replay in my mind.

Every word.

Every expression I could not see but could still feel.

I let out a slow breath, trying to steady myself.

"...This is..."

I could not even finish the sentence.

For the first time since coming here, I felt completely caught off guard.

I lowered my gaze to the bowl in my hands, then slowly lifted my head again, looking toward the direction where Fu Teng had left.

Nothing about this situation was simple anymore.

Not even a little.