The little girl in her arms was not actually her biological daughter.
She was the daughter of Yan Cijin's younger sister and her sister's wife.
Two and a half years ago, a tragic car accident had taken both of their lives in an instant, leaving only this small child behind.
At that time, LiLi was barely over a year old.
Yan Cijin had not hesitated for even a second before taking custody of the child.
She raised her as her own daughter.
LiLi was still very young now, only three years old. She had no real understanding of the complicated past. Yan Cijin never intended to hide the truth forever, but she believed there was no need to tell her such things now. When the child grew older and could understand properly, she would explain everything.
For now, the little dumpling only needed to grow up happily.
Yan Cijin shifted LiLi slightly in her arms and called out toward the living room.
"Mom, I'm back."
A moment later, footsteps came from the kitchen.
