At 9:30 in the evening, after returning to the villa and taking a shower, Qin Lin leaned against a throw pillow, cradling Lin Qingyue as she nestled against his chest.
"Regarding the adoption, we still need to make another trip to Yicheng."
Lin Qingyue listened to Qin Lin's steady heartbeat. "After all, her family line can't be allowed to end completely."
"I asked about her direct relatives before, including several paternal and maternal uncles and aunts. Their characters are mediocre at best."
Qin Lin gently stroked the skin of Lin Qingyue's delicate, snow-white shoulder. "So, rather than finding one of her relatives, I think it would be better to find a girl with a good disposition from an orphanage. We could change her name and formally adopt her in Su Qian's name, making her the successor to that lineage."
"That would save us a lot of trouble and potential entanglements with relatives."
