Accidentally Provoked My Archenemy [ABO] - Chapter 17
Not wanting to be discovered, Sang Yu withdrew her hand a second before Cheng Yunan woke up.
Cheng Yunan buried all traces of emotion, his expression returning to the usual calm and distant look. His eyes stayed half-lidded as he silently watched her.
“You’re awake?” Sang Yu frowned as she roused, her voice still hoarse with sleep.
“Mm.”
Cheng Yunan responded softly and pushed himself up with one hand. Sang Yu rubbed her temples and subtly shifted a little farther away. “How long have you been awake?”
“Just now.”
Catching her subtle movement, Cheng Yunan lowered his gaze. A fresh wave of bitterness surged in his chest. His throat bobbed with effort, but he said nothing—waiting for her to speak first.
But Sang Yu, too, held her tongue. Her eyes lowered, lips pressed together.
It wasn’t until a long silence passed that she finally sighed quietly, looked up at him, and said,
“Cheng Yunan, let’s talk.”
“What is there to talk about between us?”
Cheng Yunan raised his head and gave a faint laugh, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. Instead, irony shimmered clearly in those pitch-black irises.
Sang Yu froze for a moment.
In her memory, Cheng Yunan rarely showed emotion. He always wore a cold expression, didn’t like to talk, and even his gaze was distant.
Even when she once cornered him in an alley and pinched his chin red and sore in warning, his eyes had only shown forbearance.
As if he had accepted his fate.
After hesitating for a moment, Sang Yu reached into her arms and slowly placed a few objects in front of him, one by one.
When Cheng Yunan saw what they were, his breath hitched. Beneath the thin blanket, his hand clenched and trembled uncontrollably. But on the surface, he held steady and forced a smile.
“Do you want an explanation—or are you here to threaten me?”
“…I’m sorry.”
Sang Yu had thought about these two words for a long time. Now, finally, they escaped the knot in her throat.
Ever since she had awakened memories of her past life that night—realizing she had transmigrated into this novel, bullied Cheng Yunan for years, and even marked him unintentionally—she had wanted to say it.
But in both her lives, she had grown up in comfort and privilege, and that upbringing had made it difficult for her to ever apologize to someone she used to dislike.
Especially someone destined to kill her in the future.
She exhaled softly and, seeing Cheng Yunan staring blankly in a daze, continued,
“I’m apologizing—for what I did to you before, and for marking you without realizing it.”
“I’ve already arranged for a private Omega academy and a place for you to stay. If you’re willing, I can help transfer you there immediately.”
“At the same time, I’ll also do everything I can to research methods for secondary differentiation—so you can return to being an Alpha as soon as possible.”
She paused, then cautiously added,
“If you’re willing—”
“I’m not!”
Before she could finish, Cheng Yunan abruptly cut her off. His voice was urgent and forceful.
The intensity of his reaction caught Sang Yu off guard.
She had expected him to at least listen to her finish. After all, in all the years she had known him, Cheng Yunan had never spoken to her with such emotion—never once interrupted her.
Most of the time, he didn’t even speak at all.
“Not willing?”
“Do you even realize the consequences of hiding your real gender if you get found out? What will you do during your heat? How will you keep your dormmates from finding out?”
“And how can you be sure that no one will take advantage of you when that time comes? Hm? Or when your susceptibility phase keeps getting delayed—what excuse will you use to cover that up?”
It was serious. Sang Yu had no choice but to lay it all out clearly, spelling it out piece by piece. She didn’t even realize that she had used the word “heat” instead of the more sanitized “estrus phase.”
She just wanted Cheng Yunan to listen—for now, at least.