Exiled!? Ha! I have An Infinite Space

Chapter 181 -

I’ve rewritten it with fuller sentences, smoother flow, and included that Fu Teng already knew about An Yu’s marriage before this conversation.

The moment An Yu left the courtyard, the smile on his face widened slightly.

He had not missed Fu Teng’s reaction earlier.

In fact, it had been far too obvious.

The moment he arrived at the Fu residence, Fu Teng had practically fled from the courtyard without even trying to hide it.

That alone was enough to make An Yu curious.

Meanwhile, Fu Teng had already returned to his room.

He closed the door behind him and let out a long breath before rubbing his forehead.

"What is wrong with me?" he muttered to himself.

Ever since his engagement to Zhao Yue had been arranged, everything had felt strange.

Not bad.

Just strange.

Before, his days had been simple. He only needed to think about farming, hunting, and helping his family. Now, it felt as though everyone around him only talked about marriage.

Even worse, Zhao Yue had started appearing in his thoughts far more often than she should.

Just thinking about it made him feel uncomfortable.

He had barely sat down when a knock sounded from the door.

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

Fu Teng froze immediately.

A familiar sense of dread appeared in his chest.

He already knew who it was.

"Go away."

The door opened anyway.

An Yu walked inside as if he owned the room.

"So cold," he said casually.

Fu Teng’s eye twitched.

"I told you to go away."

An Yu calmly closed the door behind him.

"I heard you."

"Then why are you here?"

An Yu sat down without permission and crossed his legs comfortably.

"Because I decided to ignore you."

Fu Teng stared at him.

An Yu stared back.

Several moments passed in complete silence.

Then An Yu suddenly smiled.

"Your fiancée is very beautiful."

Fu Teng nearly choked.

"What?"

An Yu looked completely innocent.

"Zhao Yue."

His smile widened.

"She is very beautiful."

Fu Teng’s expression darkened immediately.

"What does that have to do with you?"

An Yu leaned back comfortably.

"Nothing."

"Then stop talking about her."

An Yu nodded.

"Fine."

A brief silence followed.

Then he added,

"She is still very beautiful though."

Fu Teng immediately grabbed the nearest pillow and threw it at him.

An Yu caught it effortlessly.

The grin on his face became even wider.

"You are very easy to tease."

"I am not being teased."

"You absolutely are."

Fu Teng folded his arms.

"Why did you follow me here?"

For the first time since entering the room, An Yu’s smile faded slightly.

The atmosphere became quieter.

His gaze lowered for a moment before he finally spoke.

"Because I wanted to talk."

Fu Teng narrowed his eyes.

"About what?"

An Yu remained silent for several seconds.

Then he finally answered.

"About that night."

The room suddenly felt smaller.

Fu Teng immediately stiffened.

His fingers tightened unconsciously.

"The rooftop," An Yu continued quietly.

Neither of them spoke for a few moments.

Then An Yu let out a breath.

"I wanted to apologize."

Fu Teng looked at him.

An Yu scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

"I shouldn’t have kissed you that night."

The words landed heavily between them.

For a moment, neither man spoke.

The memory immediately resurfaced in Fu Teng’s mind.

The moonlight.

The rooftop.

And that unexpected kiss.

An Yu laughed bitterly.

"I honestly don’t know what I was thinking."

His voice sounded unusually serious.

"We’re both men."

He shook his head lightly.

"It was foolish."

Fu Teng’s chest tightened.

An Yu continued.

"I probably shocked you."

"Stop."

The word came out immediately.

An Yu paused.

Fu Teng looked away.

"I said stop."

Silence filled the room once again.

An Yu studied him quietly.

Then, without warning, he stood up.

Fu Teng frowned.

"What are you doing?"

Instead of answering, An Yu walked closer.

One step.

Then another.

Until only a short distance separated them.

Fu Teng’s heartbeat suddenly became uneven.

"An Yu..."

"You have her eyes."

Fu Teng froze.

His mind went completely blank.

"What?"

An Yu’s gaze remained fixed on him.

"The eyes of a beautiful woman I met years ago."

The room instantly became silent.

Fu Teng felt his heart nearly stop.

A beautiful woman.

Years ago.

The only person who matched that description was himself.

Back when he had disguised himself as a woman.

His thoughts immediately became chaotic.

Did An Yu remember?

Did he know?

Had he recognized him all this time?

Fu Teng forced himself to remain calm.

"You are talking nonsense."

His voice sounded steadier than he felt.

An Yu smiled faintly.

"Maybe."

"Definitely."

Fu Teng folded his arms.

"You should leave."

An Yu didn’t move.

Instead, the smile slowly disappeared from his face.

Then he spoke again.

This time, his voice was quieter.

"I’ll be getting married soon."

The words caught Fu Teng off guard.

Even though he had already heard the news earlier, hearing it directly from An Yu felt different.

His expression stiffened slightly.

An Yu lowered his gaze.

"The wedding is in one week."

The room became silent again.

Neither of them spoke.

For some reason, Fu Teng felt a strange discomfort settle in his chest.

He could not explain it.

An Yu laughed softly.

"Funny, isn’t it?"

He looked toward the window.

"A few months ago, I never thought I would be discussing marriage."

His smile held a trace of self-mockery.

"And now everything has already been arranged."

Fu Teng remained silent.

An Yu finally stepped back.

The distance between them returned.

But somehow the atmosphere felt heavier than before.

After a few moments, the familiar grin slowly returned to An Yu’s face.

"Well."

He stretched lazily.

"I should stop bothering you."

Fu Teng almost felt relieved.

Almost.

An Yu reached the door.

Then suddenly stopped and looked back.

His eyes curved with amusement.

"Try not to miss me too much."

Fu Teng immediately grabbed the same pillow from earlier.

"Get out."

An Yu laughed loudly.

The pillow flew across the room.

But by then, he had already slipped out the door.

His laughter echoed through the hallway long after he disappeared.

Fu Teng stood alone in the room.

For a long time, he stared at the closed door without moving.

Then finally, he sat down heavily on the edge of the bed.

His thoughts were a complete mess.

And for the first time that evening, he wasn’t sure whether he was more troubled by the memory of the kiss...

Or by the fact that An Yu would be married in only one week.

The moment An Yu disappeared down the hallway, the room finally became quiet again.

Fu Teng sat heavily on the edge of his bed and rubbed his forehead.

His thoughts were a complete mess.

Everything An Yu had said kept replaying in his mind.

And finally—

The marriage that would take place in one week.

Just thinking about it made his chest feel strangely uncomfortable.

Meanwhile, outside the room, someone stood frozen beside the wall.

Zhao Yue.

She had originally come looking for Fu Teng.

Earlier in the courtyard, she had noticed him suddenly leave after seeing An Yu arrive. Since she was curious about his strange behavior, she had decided to come and check on him.

She never expected to overhear anything.

Especially not this.

At first, she had only heard bits and pieces of the conversation through the door.

Then she heard An Yu say—

"I shouldn’t have kissed you that night."

Zhao Yue’s mind had gone completely blank.

She stood outside the room like a statue.

Her eyes widened.

Her mouth slowly opened.

And for several seconds, she forgot how to breathe.

"Kissed?"

The word echoed inside her head.

Then another thought appeared.

"They kissed?"

Her brain immediately refused to process it.

Surely she had heard wrong.

Right?

There was no way.

Absolutely no way.

Yet the more she thought about it, the more certain she became that she had heard correctly.

She blinked.

Then blinked again.

Her expression became increasingly strange.

Inside her head, countless thoughts began crashing into one another.

Wait.

Who kissed who first?

Was it really a kiss?

What rooftop?

What happened on that rooftop?

The questions multiplied faster than she could answer them.

Then she remembered something.

The way Fu Teng had practically fled the courtyard when An Yu arrived.

The way An Yu had immediately followed him.

And the strange tension between them whenever they were in the same place.

At the time, she thought they simply disliked each other.

Now she wasn’t so sure.

Zhao Yue covered her mouth.

Her eyes widened even further.

"No way..."

Her voice was barely a whisper.

Just then, she heard movement from inside the room.

Panic instantly shot through her body.

Fu Teng might open the door at any second.

Without thinking, Zhao Yue immediately turned around and hurried away.

Unfortunately—

She was so distracted that she failed to notice someone standing nearby.

Bang!

She walked directly into another person.

"Ow!"