Exiled!? Ha! I have An Infinite Space

Chapter 119 -

The room fell into an uneasy silence after Fu Teng’s voice rang out.

"You! Get out!"

The woman blinked, clearly not expecting such a direct reaction.

For a brief moment, she only stared at him.

Then she laughed.

There was no embarrassment in her expression, only amusement.

"What a temper," she said as she leaned back slightly, her eyes moving slowly over him. "Young Master Fu, is it?"

Fu Teng did not respond.

His expression remained cold and unmoved.

Instead, he turned his head slightly toward the door.

"Mr. Wu," he called.

The door opened almost immediately.

A man stepped in and bowed slightly.

"Young Master."

"Escort her out," Fu Teng said.

His tone was firm and left no room for argument.

Mr. Wu did not hesitate.

"Yes."

He stepped forward at once.

The woman looked between them, then let out a soft sigh as she stood up slowly.

"Alright, there is no need to rush me like this," she said as she adjusted her clothes.

As she passed by Fu Teng, she paused.

Only for a moment.

Then she leaned slightly closer to him.

"You are quite interesting," she said softly, lowering her voice so only he could hear. "If you ever change your mind, I would not mind keeping you company."

Her lips curved into a faint smile.

Then she straightened and walked out as if nothing had happened.

Mr. Wu followed behind her, making sure she left properly.

The door closed.

Silence returned.

Fu Teng let out a slow breath.

His expression darkened slightly.

"That was unnecessary," he muttered.

He turned away immediately and walked toward the window.

With a single motion, he pushed it open.

Fresh air rushed in, pushing away the heavy scent that had filled the room.

He stood there for a moment, allowing the air to settle.

Then he spoke again.

"Clean this place," he said.

Workers entered quickly.

Without delay, they began removing the bottles, clearing the table, and wiping down the surfaces. One of them brought incense and lit it carefully, while another replaced the smell in the room with a softer scent of flowers.

The air slowly changed.

The unpleasant scent faded, replaced by something lighter.

Fu Teng moved around the room as they worked, adjusting things without stopping.

Everything that had been out of place was corrected.

Everything that had been messy was set right.

Only after that did he stop.

Then he turned.

An Yu was still there.

Still seated.

Still watching him.

His posture had not changed much, but there was something different in his expression.

A faint smile.

Not careless this time.

Amused.

Fu Teng frowned slightly.

"What are you looking at?" he asked.

An Yu did not answer immediately.

Instead, his smile deepened slightly.

Then he said,

"I did not know you had such a side."

Fu Teng’s brows drew together.

"What side?" he asked.

An Yu leaned back slightly, his voice calm, but clearly teasing.

"A possessive side," he said.

Fu Teng’s expression turned cold immediately.

"You are drunk," he replied.

An Yu let out a quiet laugh.

"Am I?" he asked.

Fu Teng did not respond to that.

He turned away slightly.

"You should not bring people like that here," he said. "This is not that kind of place."

An Yu watched him quietly.

Then he said,

"You seemed more bothered than I expected."

Fu Teng did not answer.

He walked past him and stopped near his own desk.

"It was unnecessary," he said simply.

An Yu rested his chin lightly on his hand, still watching him.

"Was it?" he asked.

Fu Teng did not look back.

"Yes."

There was no hesitation in his voice.

An Yu’s smile did not fade.. if anything, it deepened.

***

An Yu remained seated, his gaze still resting on Fu Teng for a moment longer.

Then he suddenly leaned back and let out a slow breath.

"I need to bathe," he said.

Fu Teng did not respond immediately.

"I am exhausted," An Yu continued, his voice slower now. "Help me."

Fu Teng turned to look at him.

"...What did you say?"

An Yu shifted slightly, resting his head lazily against his hand.

"I said I need a bath," he repeated. "Help me."

Fu Teng’s brows drew together.

"You are able to walk," he said. "You are not injured."

An Yu frowned slightly, as if that answer did not satisfy him.

"I am tired," he said again. "And I drank."

"That is your own doing," Fu Teng replied calmly.

An Yu did not move.

Instead, he sighed and leaned further back, his tone turning careless.

"You are too cold," he said. "You were not like this yesterday."

Fu Teng stared at him.

For a brief moment, he did not know how to respond.

This—

Was not the same person he had seen before.

Or perhaps it was.

And he had simply not seen this side yet.

"Are you drunk," Fu Teng asked, "or is this how you usually behave?"

An Yu looked at him and smiled faintly.

"What do you think?"

Fu Teng did not answer.

Instead, he turned away slightly.

"This is pointless," he said.

But behind him—

An Yu spoke again.

"Teng," he called, his voice lower now but still carrying that same lazy tone. "I said I need help."

Fu Teng closed his eyes briefly.

Then he exhaled slowly.

"...Mr. Wu," he called.

The door opened almost immediately.

Mr. Wu stepped in and bowed slightly.

"Young Master."

"Prepare a bath for Master An," Fu Teng said.

Mr. Wu nodded.

"Yes."

He turned and left without delay.

Fu Teng remained where he stood.

"It will be ready soon," he said after a moment.

An Yu watched him quietly.

Then a faint smile appeared on his lips.

"In the end, you still helped me," he said.

Fu Teng did not respond.

He walked toward the window and stood there, his back partially turned.

After a short while, Mr. Wu returned.

"The bath is ready," he said.

An Yu stood up slowly.

His movements were steady, but relaxed.

Too relaxed.

He stretched slightly, then looked toward Fu Teng.

"Come," he said.

Fu Teng frowned.

"For what?"

An Yu looked at him as if the answer was obvious.

"To help me," he said.

Fu Teng’s expression turned cold again.

"You can manage yourself."

An Yu let out a quiet laugh.

"You are truly heartless," he said.

This time, he did not insist further.

He turned and walked out of the room.

Fu Teng stood still for a moment after An Yu left.

"...Unbelievable," he muttered again.

But his feet had already moved.

By the time he stepped out into the corridor, An Yu had only gone a short distance. His steps were steady, but slower than usual, and the earlier laziness had not left him.

Fu Teng walked up to him.

"Stop," he said.

An Yu paused and turned his head slightly.

Before he could speak—

Fu Teng reached out and caught his arm.

"...You will fall at this rate," he said.

An Yu looked at him.

Then a faint smile appeared.

"So you came," he said.

Fu Teng did not respond.

Instead, he pulled his arm over his shoulder and supported him properly.

"Walk," he said.

An Yu did not resist.

In fact, he leaned into him without hesitation.

More than necessary.

Fu Teng’s brows tightened slightly, but he did not push him away.

They moved forward together.

Step by step.

The distance to the inner room was not far, but with An Yu leaning against him, every step felt slower.

By the time they reached the door, it opened from the inside.

Mr. Wu stepped out, followed by two other men.

"Young Master," he said with a bow. "The bath is ready, and a new set of clothes has been prepared for Master An as instructed."

Fu Teng nodded slightly.

"I understand."

The men stepped aside at once.

Without another word, they left, closing the door behind them.

Fu Teng did not stop.

Still holding An Yu, he pushed the inner door open and carried him inside.

Warm steam rose immediately.

The room was prepared well. The bath had already been filled, and the air carried a light scent, clean and steady.

Fu Teng stepped in and stopped near the edge of the bath.

Fu Teng stood close, his hand still steadying An Yu, even though the man no longer seemed unbalanced.

"You can manage now," Fu Teng said.

But his voice was not as firm as before.

An Yu did not move away.

Instead, he tilted his head slightly, his gaze resting on Fu Teng.

"...You already started helping," he said quietly. "Why stop halfway?"

Fu Teng did not answer.

For a brief moment, he only looked at him.

Then he exhaled softly and reached forward.

His hands moved to An Yu’s outer robe.

Carefully—

He untied it.

The fabric loosened under his fingers, and with one smooth motion, he pulled it off his shoulders.

The robe slid down easily, light and unresisting.

Fu Teng folded it without thinking and set it aside.

Then—

He paused.

Only for a moment.

An Yu was still standing there, watching him.

"Continue," An Yu said softly.

Fu Teng’s jaw tightened slightly.

But he did not argue.

His hands moved again, this time to the inner robe.

Slower now.

The tie came loose beneath his fingers, and the fabric opened gradually, revealing more of what had been hidden.

Fu Teng’s movements slowed.

Then stopped.

For a brief second—

He looked.

Before, with his clothes on, An Yu had always seemed slender. His frame appeared light, almost as if he could be easily pushed aside if one was not paying attention. Even his height, which was slightly taller than Fu Teng’s, had never felt imposing.

But now—

That illusion was gone.

Without the layers of fabric, his build was clear.

There was strength in the lines of his shoulders, in the firmness of his chest, and in the quiet tension of his frame.

He was masculine.

Fu Teng’s gaze lingered for a moment longer than it should have.

Then—

An Yu’s voice broke the silence.

"You like what you see?"

Fu Teng froze.

His ears turned red almost immediately.