Seeing Yan Yi'an's momentary stunned, helpless expression, Father Yan reached out, wanting to pat his shoulder.
But the moment he raised his hand, he realized that his eldest son had long since grown much taller than him.
His hand shifted, instead patting Yan Yi'an's arm reassuringly. "Whether you're my elder brother's son or my son, it's all the same."
"The family registry is only a record."
Just as Yan Wan and the others would bow to their eldest uncle alongside Yan Yi'an during ancestor worship.
Even if, at first, they had only worried that making Yan Yi'an do it alone would make the child overthink.
Mother Yan came to her senses as well. She should have phrased it more tactfully.
Over the years, she could say with a clear conscience that she had never wronged these children or this family, and she had long regarded the Yan Yi'an she had raised since childhood as her own son.
But for one brief moment just now, she had to admit that Xian Jue had still taken precedence in her heart.
She could not help giving a self-mocking laugh.
Sure enough, there was no such thing in this world as treating everyone equally.
So-called fairness only existed before conflicts of interest arose.
"Yi'an."
Yan Yi'an shook his head and gave Mother Yan a faint smile. "I'm fine, Mom."
"I just couldn't process it for a moment."
He comforted her in a deliberately casual tone. "This is good too. Maybe Grandpa has already arranged other things as well."
Yan Ci stood as quietly as a chicken beside Yan Wan and Yan Shan.
They were quietly playing wallpaper, trying their best not to disrupt the current atmosphere, but some people had no such reservations.
Those people specifically referred to certain fellows who did not need