Yan Xiaye nodded in agreement, aware that this information belonged to the Qin family's secrets.
Qin Yan sharing it specifically with her suggested that he likely aspired to take the position of the second heir.
Hesitating, she glanced at the man, unsure whether it was appropriate to express her thoughts.
Even she understood that an adopted son would never be the same as a biological one. It wasn't that Qin Yan's ambition was unreasonable, but the likelihood of achieving it seemed slim.
"Speak your mind, there's no need to hold back in my presence, fiancée," Qin Yan said with a chuckle, meeting her indirect gaze. He pressed a hand against her puffed cheek, handed her a tissue to spit out the last pit, and continued, "It's not that I'm ungrateful, but you've seen how my brother treats me; it's normal for him not to regard me as a brother, but to not even see me as human goes a bit too far…"
He fell silent, a show of sorrow sealing his lips as he mentally completed the sentence.