After Marrying the Officer Chapter 1190 - 1189: Xia Chengzong’s Plan

"As long as we have enough to eat, everything else is secondary," Xia Chuyi remarked with a gentle smile toward Xia Chengzong.

"Were you starving on the train?" Although Xia Chengzong remained unfamiliar with the concept of low blood sugar, he seized onto what he perceived as the core issue. "Chuyi, you really shouldn't be so picky about your meals in the future."

"Food is like the steel that fuels the human machine," Xia Chengzong added with a grave expression. "Even if the railway food leaves much to be desired, you must force yourself to eat at least a little."

"Ahem," Xia Chuyi responded swiftly, "Understood, point taken. I'll listen to Second Brother Xia."

Despite her submissive reply, she privately wondered: How would Xia Chengzong react if he realized that not only was she fed, but she had actually indulged quite heavily during the journey?

"Second Brother Xia, let's move past this topic," Xia Chuyi interrupted, immediately pivoting the conversation. "Regarding the 'Youwei' shop, I have decided... there is no need to transfer the ownership back to my name."

"I made it clear to Xia Lianlian earlier today that she only holds the 'Youwei' store, not the 'Youwei' brand itself."

"A brand?" Xia Chengzong looked puzzled, asking, "Did Xia Lianlian want the branding rights as well?"

Xia Chuyi gave a slight nod. "Xia Lianlian likely assumes that because I didn't file for a formal trademark, the 'Youwei' shop in Ling County is the original and only one."

"If she manages to secure the store, she intends to exploit it for her own gain."

"Unfortunately for her, she is completely unaware that I have already registered the 'Youwei' brand and all associated trademarks."

A brief silence passed before Xia Chengzong replied softly, "Chuyi, perhaps you should at least reclaim the property. As for the 'Youwei' business... I intend to step away from it. I plan to study the logistics and transportation trade under our uncle."

"What? Transportation?" Xia Chuyi felt a sudden surge of apprehension.

After all, she vividly recalled that her uncle had lost his life in a tragic transportation accident in her previous existence.

"I cannot support this," Xia Chuyi said firmly. "It is far too dangerous..."

Before she could finish her protest, Xia Chengzong shook his head, interrupting her: "Chuyi, please, hear me out."

"You shouldn't view this industry as inherently dangerous," he continued. "What happened to our uncle was merely a tragic accident."

"Had the driver been resting instead of pushing through fatigue, the tragedy would never have transpired."

"Therefore, if we strictly oversee the staff in our own convoy, the risk of accidents is significantly minimized."

Even with his explanation, Xia Chuyi remained unpersuaded. "Accidents are, by definition, unexpected."

"No one can offer an absolute guarantee against them!" Possessing the memories of a past life filled with countless accidents, she felt a profound sense of anxiety.

Xia Chuyi pressed her point, "Working in transportation forces you to deal with vehicles constantly. The statistical probability of an accident is unquestionably higher than in almost any other endeavor."

"Second Brother Xia, I truly hope you rethink this decision thoroughly."

Xia Chengzong shook his head again, conceding part of her argument. "Chuyi, I do see your point regarding the risks associated with vehicles."

"However," he countered, "even if we avoid the logistics business ourselves, who can guarantee we won't be involved in a collision while riding in someone else's car?"

"Life is full of risks; one could trip on a flat street and suffer an accident simply by stepping outside."

"We cannot choose to stop traveling or moving through the world simply because accidents are a possibility."