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Chapter 407 - 301: My Name is Xiao Yi

Chapter 407: Chapter 301: My Name is Xiao Yi

Xiao Yi’s cause of death was a car accident.

More precisely, it was due to fatigue that led to the accident.

Although Xiao Yi always appeared untroubled by any matters, his body had long been covered in scars.

In his early years, Xiao Yi had ventured out alone to make a name for himself. He had faced many hardships that only he could comprehend. Yet, he also made many friends and truly built a career.

The company he had today had developed from the foundation he had laid back then.

However, due to overexertion in his youth, Xiao Yi’s body was plagued with chronic illnesses.

He was no longer as robust as in his younger years; his actions were no longer as effective as before.

During the rapid development of the company, many opportunists who hadn’t experienced the early hardships joined, hoping to get a piece of the pie.

At the same time, those who had weathered the storms with Xiao Yi but remained standing were defeated by a life of luxury, corrupted to puppet-like existences.

Xiao Yi felt helpless about this because people inevitably grow old; powerless to change it, he let these people act recklessly in areas he couldn’t control to maintain company stability.

Meanwhile, his influence in the company was gradually declining.

Moreover, both the newcomers and his old friends who had fought alongside him couldn’t understand why Xiao Yi let go of so many money-making opportunities.

The era was progressing, and as long as the public relations and marketing were good, people would buy the product even if it were subpar; they could make more money, so why give up these opportunities?

Thus, Xiao Yi became increasingly misunderstood and even resented by others.

Eventually, Xiao Yi, who had started out alone, found himself isolated once again.

Those people even disregarded consumer interests and exaggeratedly implemented Xiao Yi’s directives, causing widespread complaints within the company and blaming Xiao Yi, further isolating him.

Under such circumstances, suffering from both mental and physical torment, Xiao Yi was almost at his breaking point.

Only at home could he find temporary rest and relaxation, but it was far from enough.

Then, today at noon, while driving, Xiao Yi collided with a large vehicle and lost his life.

Some suspected that the accident was deliberately orchestrated to eliminate Xiao Yi, the biggest obstacle, and thus seize control of the company.

Regardless of whether it was true, Xiao Yi’s death was officially deemed accidental.

Even if someone had deliberately caused it, revealing this now would be pointless.

Since they had gone to such lengths, it meant that those involved had secured their positions, and the case was unlikely to be reopened.

The perfect crime isn’t about sophisticated methods but about relationships among those involved.

And now, Xiao Yi was dead, a fact that could not be changed.

...

Upon learning of Xiao Yi’s death, the grandmother said nothing but simply nodded. Then, embracing Duan Hongli who had come to inform her, she whispered comfortingly,

"Cry now, there’s no need to hold back anymore."

At that moment, the boy saw for the first time how a grown adult could cry like a child.

He had thought adults were different from children—that they wouldn’t easily cry, let alone sob uncontrollably.

He then realized that regardless of age, people’s nature doesn’t really change much.

In his mind, the boy began to grasp a preliminary understanding of death.

He had long been aware of the concept of death, having often seen it in life, like the person in his previous building who had died and wasn’t found for months until little remained.

But his understanding of death had not been clear, merely understanding it as never seeing someone again.

Now, he was beginning to comprehend the permanent terror of it.

The pain of parting from someone significant, even briefly, was so intense that just the thought made his heart ache.

The idea of a permanent farewell was unimaginable, a pain so great that it explained why people are so profoundly sorrowful in the face of death.

The boy now had a budding understanding of the concept of death.

So, after Duan Hongli left, the boy couldn’t help but send a questioning look to the expressionless grandmother, as if to ask,

"Are you not sad?"

The grandmother noticed his gaze and understood what he was thinking, saying,

"Do you want to ask why this old woman seems so heartless, not caring even about her son’s death? Hehe... How could I not care? I raised him, he was proof of my life. But people die, and no amount of grief will bring him back; it’s better to care for those still alive. Besides, everyone must eventually die, I don’t have many days left myself, and soon I’ll see him. It’s just... sigh, I never thought he would go before me..."

"..."

The boy listened silently, feeling a new insight forming in his heart.