Accidentally Provoked My Archenemy [ABO] - Chapter 21

She was clearly angry.

Cheng Yunan met her gaze directly, his face just as expressionless. When he saw her leaning against the wall, he instinctively began to step back.

He had only taken two steps when his back was suddenly shoved—hard.

“Trying to run, are you?”

Hands came at him from all directions. There was no space to retreat. Each push was firm and deliberate, forcing him forward step by step.

He glanced back and slowly began to recognize the faces behind him.

All of them were her people.

They kept shoving him until he was only four or five steps away from Sang Yu. Then the hands let go, and the group fanned out, one of them clapping the dust from his palms as he stepped forward with a scowl.

“You’ve got some nerve, Cheng,” he spat. “Running your mouth about our boss now, huh? Did you forget how Sang-jie dealt with you last time?”

Back then, Sang Yu had taken a particular interest in Cheng Yunan—mocking, threatening, taunting him at every opportunity. Gu Amo and the others had seen it all. Since Cheng was only a B-class alpha, and they were all A-class, Sang Yu had never allowed them to lay a hand on him.

But Gu Amo had long been itching to.

And this time? Someone had dared to slander Sang Yu in public—boldly, viciously—and that someone turned out to be none other than this B-class alpha, Cheng Yunan.

Gu Amo was fuming. His face was twisted with barely restrained anger as he circled Cheng like a predator, then stopped in front of him.

“Say something!”

“What, cat got your tongue?”

Cheng Yunan slowly shifted his gaze away from the people behind Gu Amo, lifted his eyes, and looked at him indifferently—saying nothing.

That silence only infuriated Gu Amo more.

He shot a glance at Sang Yu. She was still leaning against the wall, hands in her pockets, indifferent as ever. Seeing her lack of reaction, he understood—she wasn’t going to stop him.

That gave him full permission.

“You think you’re something special, Cheng?”

Gu Amo jabbed his index finger into Cheng Yunan’s shoulder—right at the joint, pressing hard with each word.

“You’re just a convenient scapegoat for the real heir of the Cheng family!”

“You don’t seriously think that just because they let a bastard like you back into the family, you can do whatever you want with a bit of inheritance, do you?”

“You even dared to post slander online about my Sang-jie? You’ve got some nerve.”

To Gu Amo, Sang Yu wasn’t just a leader—she was an idol. Someone who, without relying on her family name, had clawed her way to the top as an A-class alpha, besting all the so-called prodigies.

He couldn’t stomach the way Cheng Yunan treated her.

As he spoke, his temper flared hotter. His jabs grew harsher, more forceful. Under the dim lighting, one could see Cheng Yunan’s shoulder turning visibly red.

Yet Cheng Yunan still didn’t react much—just quietly retreated under the pressure, struggling to resist Gu Amo’s strength.

The more he backed away, the harder the jabs came.

Unable to take it, he finally glanced toward Sang Yu.

But she remained in place, leaning coolly against the wall, hands still in her pockets, watching him coldly without making a single move to stop it.

Cheng Yunan pressed his lips together tightly, and a bitter sting bloomed quietly in his chest.