Just as Song Jiao turned around and was about to leave, Duan Jiaxu's emotions finally collapsed, and he could no longer suppress the madness and anger in his heart.
"Qianjiu, you don't care about me at all! Do you?" He roared and stretched out his hand to grab Song Jiao's shoulder, but she dodged it nimbly.
Duan Jiaxu stared with his eyes wide open and his face flushed red, and rushed towards Song Jiao like a wild beast out of control.
However, before he could get close to Song Jiao, she grabbed his shoulders and threw him hard over her shoulder.
He fell heavily to the ground, almost breathless from the pain.
"What are you crazy about?" Song Jiao looked at him coldly, with a hint of chill in her eyes.
She would not become the target of Duan Jiaxu's abuse, after all, she had just used props.
Duan Jiaxu lay on the ground and laughed out loud, his laughter full of self-mockery and helplessness.
"Qianjiu, I shouldn't have overestimated my place in your heart! How could someone like you possibly have a heart?"
He murmured, as if speaking to himself.
From the beginning, she was so indifferent when he treated her well; later when he treated her badly, she was still indifferent.
It was as if there was nothing about this person that she cared about.
Song Jiao sat on the bed, leaned back, supported her body with her hands, looked at Duan Jiaxu lying on the ground, and a sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
"Oh? You already know I'm heartless, yet you're still saying these nonsense things. Is that interesting?"
There was a hint of disdain and sarcasm in her voice, as if she was mocking Duan Jiaxu's self-conceit.
Duan Jiaxu's emotions suddenly got out of control. He was like an angry lion, waving his arms wildly in the room and his roar was deafening.
His face was distorted and his eyes revealed a terrible madness, as if he would lose his mind at any moment.
He smashed the vase at hand, overturned the table and chairs, and the whole room was in a mess.
However, facing Duan Jiaxu's madness, Song Jiao seemed unusually calm and composed.
She stood quietly by, watching Duan Jiaxu's crazy behavior, without a trace of emotion on her face.
Her eyes were deep and calm, as if she was watching a farce that had nothing to do with her.
Duan Jiaxu's roar gradually subsided, and he sat down on the ground exhausted, gasping for breath.
He looked up at Song Jiao, but found that she still remained calm and composed.
Her eyes revealed disdain and a hint of disgust, which made Duan Jiaxu feel an inexplicable fear.
At this moment, Duan Jiaxu suddenly realized that the gap between him and Song Jiao was so huge.
His madness and anger seemed so small and powerless in front of her.
"Enough?" Song Jiao watched coldly, waiting until Duan Jiaxu's crazy outburst came to an end before adding in a nonchalant tone, "No one can live here anymore. I'm moving out in the next few days. I'll come back when you finish renovating."
Her words revealed a sense of indifference and determination, as if she had already become accustomed to Duan Jiaxu's crazy behavior and no longer held any expectations.
She picked up the bag beside her and walked towards the door gracefully without any hesitation.
Duan Jiaxu's angry roar was heard again from behind, "Qianjiu! Once you leave, don't even think about coming back!" His voice was full of anger and despair, as if he wanted to keep Song Jiao in this way.
However, Song Jiao's footsteps only paused slightly. She turned around and curled up a sarcastic smile at the corner of her mouth, "Okay!" Her answer was short and powerful, as if telling Duan Jiaxu that she simply disdained his threats.
Without waiting for Duan Jiaxu to say anything, Song Jiao resolutely stepped out of the room.
The moment her figure disappeared at the door, Duan Jiaxu felt an inexplicable panic and loss in his heart.
He watched Song Jiao leave, and the anger and frustration in his heart surged like a tide.
He stood up, picked up a wooden stick, and smashed it madly at the furniture and furnishings around him. For a moment, the room was filled with continuous shattering sounds.
Duan Jiaxu couldn't stand such an outcome. He couldn't understand why Song Jiao could face their marriage and relationship so calmly.
His heart was filled with pain and confusion, as if he had fallen into endless darkness.
"Host, why do I feel that the male protagonist of this world seems to have turned evil?" Tuanzi said worriedly in Song Jiao's mind. It was keenly aware of Duan Jiaxu's emotional instability and extreme behavior.
Song Jiao was standing on the roadside with her bag, waiting for the arrival of the online taxi.
When she heard Tuanzi's question, she frowned slightly, and after thinking for a moment, she said, "Go check the original owner's quick-travel and time-travel records."
She had a hunch that there must be deeper reasons behind Duan Jiaxu's obsession with the original owner and his almost crazy behavior.
After all, if there really was no emotion, how could Duan Jiaxu act like a madman?
"Okay, I'll go right away!" Tuanzi immediately took action and began to check the original owner's memories and records.
After a while, Tuanzi's voice rang out in Song Jiao's mind again, this time filled with shock. "Host, you guessed right! A time-traveling woman once appeared in the original owner's body. She and the protagonist were deeply in love, but because her real body revived, she returned after getting married."
The original plot that it and the host accept will not mention the original owner's previous time travel, because the original owner would only lose his memory temporarily at that time.
The original owner didn't like the male protagonist at all, so she didn't care.
Song Jiao looked as if she had expected it, and she understood why Duan Jiaxu was so obsessed with the original owner, and why he was so indifferent to their marriage and relationship.
It turned out that he had been looking for the time-traveling girl who once loved him deeply.
"So the male protagonist likes the original owner of the woman's soul who traveled through time. No wonder he is so neurotic!" Song Jiao yawned. The case was finally solved.
Duan Jiaxu returned to the dim basement like a wandering soul, his eyes empty and deep, as if carrying endless pain and despair.
His eyes fell on Qian Yueqian who was tied tightly to a stool, and he suddenly burst into a crazy and twisted laugh. The laughter echoed in the basement with a creepy chill.
"How could you be so cheap?" He roared, every word a sliver of anger and resentment shoved between his teeth. "As her best friend, you shamelessly slept with me. Did a dog eat your conscience?"
His hands were clenched into fists, veins bulging, as if he wanted to pour all his anger into these fists.
He approached Qian Yueqian, with dangerous sparks flashing in his eyes, as if he wanted to devour her.
"So, in your heart, you don't consider Qianjiu your best friend at all, right?" He asked through gritted teeth, every word filled with disappointment and anger. "You deserve to die!"
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