Accidentally Provoked My Archenemy [ABO] - Chapter 20
Sang Yu rarely used family ties to threaten others.
She almost never leveraged her identity as the heir to the Sang family to coerce, profit, or gain an advantage. So, when Gu Amo heard her give that instruction, he was stunned for a second before snapping out of it and giving a quick “Got it.”
After ending the call, Sang Yu looked up and glanced around her dorm room, her lowered lashes concealing whatever emotions might have flickered in her eyes.
She spent the entire afternoon sitting alone at her desk.
Nighttime was usually the best window for action. True to that, she only received the results of Gu Amo’s investigation later that evening.
Just as she stepped out of the school cafeteria after dinner, she also received the latest academy-wide notice: the Empire Class One freshmen’s combat training had been postponed, and unified core curriculum classes would begin ahead of schedule.
Training was delayed. The unified curriculum would start first.
The school’s reason was that this year’s academic structure might need some adjustment and would differ from previous years. Specific changes were still being discussed.
As a high-level Enigma, Sang Yu’s physical stamina usually held up well—but she’d barely eaten all day, and even the strongest constitution had its limits.
Worried about the next day’s classes, and not wanting to interrupt Gu Amo’s ongoing investigation, she had deliberately waited until the cafeteria’s peak hours passed before heading out.
By the time she arrived, most of the students had already left. Only a few scattered individuals remained.
She picked a corner table at random.
Just as she began eating, Gu Amo’s call came through. This time, Sang Yu didn’t turn off the smart terminal’s camera feed—in fact, she intentionally showed her face.
On the other side of the call was Gu Amo, looking irritated. Behind him was a young man dressed in black, restrained at the limbs, his face pale with panic and dread.
He was frail and thin, his complexion almost sickly. His eyebrows arched unnaturally high, and though his expression showed obvious fear, there was a sharp contradiction in his overall demeanor—so jarring it was immediately off-putting.
“Boss, I’ve got the whole story out of this punk. Look at this,” Gu Amo said, holding something up to the terminal’s camera. The image zoomed in again and again.
It was a carved stone with inscriptions.
The character “程” (Cheng) was etched clearly on its surface.
“This kind of stone only comes from the Cheng family. Old Master Cheng had them custom-made and gave them only to family members with rights to inheritance.”
“Cheng Yunan?” Sang Yu recognized the item immediately. Certain families did use such symbols—she didn’t need any further explanation.
Gu Amo nodded. “That’s our guess.”
Her heart sank at that answer. After a few seconds of staring, she shifted her gaze to the black-clad youth, who was still staring back at her, trembling like a leaf, clearly terrified.
Suddenly, she lost interest.
“Let him go,” she said indifferently.
“Got it.”
Sang Yu didn’t pay attention to the sounds on Gu Amo’s end. She ended the call and began walking back toward her dorm.
When she strolled back, relaxed and unhurried, Gu Amo was already waiting for her at her door. She returned the black e-tapper she had borrowed from him that morning, opened the door, and they went inside.
“Sang-jie, this guy from the Cheng family is seriously crossing the line. Want me to lure him out and give him a proper beating?”
Gu Amo was visibly furious, his expression twisted with rage. He looked like he wanted to drag Cheng Yunan out right now and settle it with fists.
Sang Yu gave him a glance and said nothing—an unspoken agreement.
She really had been thinking the same.
With that silent approval, Gu Amo quickly contacted his people. The group that had just left was summoned back, and he also messaged Cheng Yunan’s dorm mates, asking for their help in getting Cheng to come out.
This would be the fourth time Cheng Yunan saw Sang Yu that day.
She was still wearing the same outfit from earlier. The only difference was that the gentle warmth she’d shown before was now completely gone. What replaced it was the same coldness and indifference that always used to greet him in the past.
She stood shrouded in the shadows.
When he finally arrived, she slowly lifted her gaze—and locked eyes with him instantly.
He could tell… she was not in a good mood.