Exiled!? Ha! I have An Infinite Space

Chapter 189 -

The moon had already risen high above the Fu residence by the time Han Fuji finally stepped through the front gate.

The courtyard was much quieter than before.

It was as though everyone was already inside and resting.

The moment Fu Li spotted him, she placed her hands on her hips dramatically.

"You’re late."

Han Fuji raised an eyebrow.

"Late?"

Fu Li nodded seriously.

"Very late."

She pointed toward the dining area.

"We already finished dinner."

Han Fuji immediately looked heartbroken.

"What?"

His hand pressed dramatically against his chest.

"You people actually ate without me?"

Fu Li rolled her eyes.

"We waited."

"Then we ate."

Han Fuji looked toward Madam Fu who just stepped out of the house.

"Madame Fu, did you hear that? They’re bullying me."

Madam Fu nearly laughed.

Instead, she shook her head helplessly.

"At your age, you still act like a child."

Han Fuji immediately looked offended.

"Madam Fu, I am a married man now."

"You should respect my dignity."

"Dignity?"

Madam Fu snorted.

"You disappeared for half the night."

"What dignity do you have left?"

Fu Li burst into laughter.

Even Grandfather Fu who was seated lowered his face and chuckled.

Han Fuji sighed dramatically.

"My heart is broken."

Fu Li immediately pointed toward the inner residence.

"Stop acting."

"Sister Bai Ming has been asking where you went."

Han Fuji froze.

"Oh."

Fu Li folded her arms.

"That’s right."

"She didn’t look happy."

The smile on Han Fuji’s face immediately became a little awkward.

Madam Fu shook her head again.

"You should go see your wife."

"Instead of standing here making trouble."

Han Fuji nodded obediently.

"Yes, ma’am ."

Then he turned and walked into the house.

As he disappeared, Fu Li called after him.

"If Sister Bai Ming beats you, don’t run back here crying!"

Laughter instantly erupted throughout the courtyard.

Han Fuji did not even look back.

He simply waved one hand lazily above his head.

"I would never lose to my wife."

The moment those words left his mouth, Madam Fu picked up a vegetable and threw it at him.

Han Fuji dodged it easily.

The entire courtyard laughed even harder.

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Inside the house was much quieter.

As Han Fuji walked through the corridor, the playful expression on his face gradually softened.

The cool night breeze carried the scent of flowers through the open windows.

Everything felt peaceful.

When he finally reached their room, he paused briefly outside the door before pushing it open.

The room was warmly lit.

Several candles burned quietly inside, illuminating the interior with a soft golden glow.

And standing near the dressing table was Bai Ming.

She had apparently just finished bathing.

A pale-colored robe hung loosely around her figure, simple and comfortable compared to the elaborate wedding clothing she had worn before.

Her long black hair was completely undone.

Several damp strands rested against her shoulders while tiny droplets of water still clung to the ends.

The fresh scent of soap and flowers lingered around her.

At that moment, she was sitting before the bronze mirror, gently combing through her wet hair.

Hearing the door open, she glanced toward the entrance.

The moment their eyes met, her hand paused.

Han Fuji suddenly forgot what he wanted to say.

For a few seconds, he simply stood there.

Watching her.

The candlelight falling across her face made her appear softer than usual.

Bai Ming noticed him staring.

Her brows immediately lifted.

"Have you finished looking?"

Han Fuji blinked.

Then he smiled.

"No."

Bai Ming rolled her eyes and returned her attention to her hair.

Han Fuji finally walked inside and closed the door behind him.

"You’re angry."

It was not a question.

Bai Ming continued combing her hair.

"I should be."

Han Fuji rubbed his nose.

"I only stepped out for a little while."

Bai Ming finally looked at him through the mirror.

"A little while?"

Her tone was calm.

Too calm.

"You disappeared for hours."

"And nobody knew where you went."

Han Fuji suddenly felt that dealing with Bai Ming was much more difficult than dealing with Fu Fong.

At least Fu Fong only shouted.

Bai Ming became quiet.

And somehow that was far more dangerous.

Han Fuji walked closer.

"I had something to do."

Bai Ming’s eyes narrowed slightly.

"What kind of thing?"

Han Fuji immediately smiled.

"A very important thing."

Bai Ming placed the comb down.

"And?"

"And it has been resolved."

That answer clearly did not satisfy her.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Then Bai Ming suddenly stood.

Her long damp hair slipped behind her back as she turned to face him directly.

"Han Fuji."

"Hm?"

"Don’t disappear without telling me next time."

Her voice was not loud.

But it carried an unusual seriousness.

The smile on Han Fuji’s face slowly faded.

For a brief moment, he simply looked at her.

Then he nodded.

"Alright."

Bai Ming seemed slightly surprised that he agreed so quickly.

Han Fuji stepped closer until only a short distance separated them.

His gaze lingered on the damp strands of hair resting against her shoulder.

Then he reached out and gently lifted one of them.

"Your hair is still wet."

Bai Ming immediately swatted his hand away.

"I have eyes."

Han Fuji laughed.

The sound was warm and genuine.

But instead of moving away after having his hand slapped, he simply reached toward the table and picked up the clean cloth resting beside the bronze mirror.

Bai Ming immediately noticed.

"What are you doing?"

Han Fuji unfolded the cloth casually.

"Helping my wife dry her hair."

"I can do it myself."

"I know."

"Then put it down."

"No."

Bai Ming stared at him.

Han Fuji smiled.

"Your hair will still be damp when you go to sleep."

"So?"

"So you’ll wake up with a headache."

Bai Ming opened her mouth to argue.

Before she could, Han Fuji gently draped the cloth over her hair.

She froze.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Then Han Fuji began drying her hair with surprisingly careful movements.

Not too rough or gentle.

Just enough pressure to remove the moisture without pulling at the strands.

Bai Ming watched him through the mirror.

"You’ve done this before?"

Han Fuji’s lips twitched.

"Why?"

"You seem experienced."

Han Fuji immediately answered.

"No."

The response came too quickly.

Bai Ming narrowed her eyes.

"That sounded suspicious."

Han Fuji sighed.

"I used to dry my own hair."

Bai Ming looked unconvinced.

Han Fuji simply continued rubbing the cloth through the long dark strands.

The room gradually became quiet.

Only the soft crackling of candle flames and the occasional rustle of fabric could be heard.

For a while, Bai Ming simply sat there and allowed him to continue.

Then her gaze slowly lowered.

The playful atmosphere that had existed moments ago gradually disappeared.

When she spoke again, her voice was softer than before.

"Han Fuji."

"Hm?"

His hands continued moving.

Bai Ming stared at her reflection in the mirror for several moments before speaking again.

"My last marriage was terrible."

Han Fuji’s movements slowed slightly.

But he did not interrupt.

Bai Ming continued quietly.

"The only good thing that came from it was my children."

The room fell silent.

The candlelight flickered softly against the walls.

Han Fuji’s eyes lowered slightly.

He knew parts of her past.

But hearing her speak about it herself felt different.

Bai Ming’s fingers slowly tightened around the edge of the dressing table.

"I trusted someone once."

Her voice remained calm.

"The result was years of disappointment."

A bitter smile appeared briefly on her lips.

"I spent so much time convincing myself things would improve."

"That people could change."

"That if I worked harder everything would somehow become better."

She laughed softly.

There was no amusement in the sound.

"In the end, I was only lying to myself."

Han Fuji remained quiet.

The cloth in his hands continued moving gently through her hair.

Bai Ming finally lifted her eyes to meet his reflection in the mirror.

For the first time that evening, her expression became completely serious.

"That is why I hate lies."

Han Fuji’s hand paused.

Bai Ming held his gaze.

"I hate being deceived."

"I hate being kept in the dark."

"And I hate finding out that everyone knows something except me."

The room seemed unusually quiet.

Even the candle flames appeared still.

Bai Ming looked at him for several seconds before speaking again.

"If there is something important..."

"If there is something dangerous..."

"If there is something that concerns us..."

Her voice softened slightly.

"Then tell me."

Han Fuji’s chest tightened unexpectedly.

Bai Ming lowered her eyes.

"I’m not asking you to tell me every secret you’ve ever had."

"I’m not asking you to explain your entire past."

She took a slow breath.

"But if we’re going to live together..."

"If we’re going to be husband and wife..."

"Then don’t treat me like someone who needs to be protected from the truth."

The cloth in Han Fuji’s hand became still.

For a long moment, neither of them spoke.

Bai Ming stared quietly at the bronze mirror.

Then suddenly she felt warmth against the top of her head.

Han Fuji had placed his hand there gently.

When she looked up, she found him watching her.

For once, the usual joking smile was nowhere to be seen.

Only seriousness and sincerity.

"I heard you."

His voice was low.

Bai Ming’s heart unexpectedly softened.

Han Fuji looked at her for a long moment before speaking again.

"And I promise you something."

"What?"

"I will never intentionally lie to you."