Exiled!? Ha! I have An Infinite Space

Chapter 211: Chapter

Fu Fong stared at the rough wooden table between them. He slowly clasped his hands together, his face turning incredibly serious.

"I know you don’t trust me, Bai Ming," he began, his voice low and quiet. "And I don’t blame you. But what I am about to tell you is the truth."

He leaned forward slightly, his eyes locked onto hers.

"Han Fuji is not who he says he is. He has some kind of power here in the Barren Lands. He looks completely ordinary, like any other refugee trying to get by, but he has people dangerous people who secretly answer to him."

Bai Ming’s expression didn’t change, but she listened closely. "What do you mean, people answer to him?"

"A day ago he had a group of people attack me.. probably to take revenge on what i did during you guys wedding," Fu Fong explained, his voice dropping to a whisper. "He was with men who looked rough and armed. They weren’t just answering to him. They were bowing their heads, taking orders from him like he was their master. I don’t know where he got such power from. I don’t know who he really is."

He shook his head, a look of grim certainty in his eyes.

"But if there is anything I know best, it is this: having people and power in a lawless place like this means you are one of those bad people. Honest, good men do not have secret networks of thugs in the Barren Lands. If he has that kind of influence, he is hiding something massive."

He leaned back, his eyes searching Bai Ming’s face for any sign of belief.

"Please, Bai Ming. Tell Fu Sheng. Tell Su Long. If they keep trusting that man, they are going to end up dead."

Bai Ming sat in silence for a few moments, letting Fu Fong’s words hang in the heavy air of the room. Inside, she felt a small, cold knot of unease tighten.

Yet, she refused to let Fu Fong see even a flicker of doubt on her face.

She looked up, her eyes narrowing as she defended him. "If he has people who answer to him, then that is his business. Han Fuji has stood by Su Long and Fu Sheng since the day we met. He has fought for us, and risked his life while others did nothing. If he has power in the Barren Lands, then at least he uses it to keep those he cares about safe."

She leaned forward slightly, her voice cutting through the space between them like a blade. "Having power doesn’t make someone a bad person, Fu Fong. It’s what they choose to do with it. And so far, Han Fuji has done more for my family than you ever did."

Her words hit Fu Fong like a physical blow. He flinched, his jaw tightening as he looked down at his clasped hands.

He didn’t argue. He knew he had no right to, and he knew that trying to convince her further would only drive her further away. He simply slumped slightly in his chair, accepting the quiet defeat.

Silence descended on the room once more.

Fu Fong looked around the barren, dusty room, then out the small window toward the untidy courtyard where his mother sat. He let out a dry, self-deprecating laugh.

"You must be wondering why everything is looking like this, huh?" he asked quietly, his voice hollow as he gestured to the broken furniture, the dust, and the utter neglect of the house.

Bai Ming’s expression remained entirely unchanged. She didn’t offer a single drop of sympathy.

"I don’t care," she replied coldly, her voice flat. "It’s your house. Treat it however you wish."

Fu Fong’s hand shook slightly as he stared at his clenched knuckles on the scarred wood of the table. He didn’t seem to hear the biting coldness in her reply, or perhaps he was simply too exhausted to let it stop him. The heavy silence of the house had weighed on him for too long, and now that she was sitting across from him, the dam finally broke.

"Li Mianmian said she couldn’t take it anymore and left," he said, his voice cracking slightly as he confessed the humiliating truth. He let out a breathless, hollow laugh. "I haven’t seen her for days now. She hasn’t come back. I... I didn’t know she would leave me so easily."

Bai Ming kept her gaze steady, but her fingers subtly tightened against her folded arms.

"And as for my sister and father..." Fu Fong continued, his head sinking lower, his shoulders slumping under the weight of his family’s ruin. "My dad now gambles or something. I don’t even know where he is half the time. He just disappears for days, chasing whatever coin he can find. Then Fu Jia... she..."

He stopped, a look of profound disgust and pain crossing his face. He shook his head slowly, staring at the floorboards. "She... I don’t even want to talk about her. I just don’t know how everything fell apart."

He finally lifted his head, his eyes red and brimming with a desperate, pathetic confusion as he looked at Bai Ming.

"After the Fu family divided... after you left us... everything changed."

Bai Ming listened to his pathetic confession without a single flicker of pity in her dark eyes. The ruin of the Fu family, the desertion of Li Mianmian, the degradation of his father and sister, none of it moved her.

"You think everything fell apart because I left?" Bai Ming said, her voice dropping into a quiet, cutting register. "No, Fu Fong. It fell apart because this is who your family truly is. For years, I carried the weight of your household on my back while you all looked down on me. The moment I stepped away, your fragile illusion of nobility simply collapsed under its own weight. You didn’t lose everything because of a division. You lost it because you are all incapable of surviving on your own."

Fu Fong flinched as if he had been struck. He opened his mouth to defend himself, but the absolute truth in her words silenced him. He looked so small, sitting in the dusty, decaying room of the house his mistress had bought and then abandoned.

Slowly, his eyes rose to meet hers, filled with a desperate, trembling hope.

"The children..." Fu Fong whispered, his voice cracking. "Do I... do I still have permission to see them? Just once? I am still their father, Bai Ming. I just want to see if they are eating well..."

Bai Ming’s expression hardened, turning as cold as winter frost. She didn’t even let him finish the sentence.

"You lost that permission the moment you annulled our marriage," she said, each word sounding like a heavy iron gate slamming shut between them. "From that very second, you ceased to be their father."

She stood up, smoothing down her skirt with slow, deliberate movements, completely detached from his despair.

"Do not ever ask to see them again, Fu Fong. If you try to go near them, I will make sure you regret it."

Fu Fong stared up at her, his eyes wide with a mixture of shock and sheer desperation. The threat of never seeing his children again seemed to sap the last bit of strength from his body.

"Bai Ming, please..." he pleaded, his voice trembling. "You can’t do this. They are my blood too. You can’t just keep them from me forever."

Bai Ming looked down at him, her face completely expressionless. She did not show a single ounce of mercy.

"I can, and I will," she said, her voice dropping into a chilling, quiet whisper. "You said it yourself my new husband has power, and powerful men under him. I won’t be afraid to use that against you if you ever try to come near my children."

Fu Fong froze.

"You... you would really unleash those people on me?" Fu Fong whispered, terror creeping into his eyes.

"Try me," Bai Ming replied flatly.

She turned on her heel, her long robes sweeping across the dusty floorboards. She didn’t look back at him as she walked toward the exit, her footsteps firm and unwavering.

Opening the wooden door, she stepped back out into the neglected courtyard. Under the eaves of the roof, Aunt Fu was still sitting on the old chair, her hopeful eyes immediately locking onto Bai Ming.

"Bai Ming? Are you leaving already?" the old woman asked, her voice weak and cracking with age. "Won’t you stay? I can cook..."

Bai Ming didn’t stop. She didn’t even glance in the old woman’s direction. She walked straight past her, pushed open the creaking wooden gate, and stepped out onto the quiet street.

The heavy gate clicked shut behind her, finally closing the book on the Fu family’s ruin.

As she walked down the road, the basket on her arm swaying gently, Bai Ming’s cold expression finally slipped for a fraction of a second. She took a deep breath, her chest tightening. Fu Fong’s warning about Han Fuji still echoed in her mind. She had defended Han Fuji out of loyalty to Su Long and Fu Sheng, but she wasn’t a fool.

Power in a place like this indeed means dangerous things, she thought, her eyes darkening as she looked toward the direction of the Bao Fu estate.

I hope Fu Sheng and Su Long are alright.

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