Everyone said this little milk dumpling shouldn't be kept, but who would have known that the moment she entered the door, the Marquis Manor changed its fortune. A piece of osmanthus cake coaxed the young master who had closed his door and refused to eat. A single cry of Father, do not leave allowed the Sixth Master to escape a fatal trap. Others were busy plotting, while she was busy eating cake. The whole family vied to pamper her, yet she still asked in a milky voice, Are we not sending her away tomorrow either? From then on, father backed her up, mother protected her shortcomings, and the hard-mouthed brother even declared, She is my sister. But no one knew that this little girl with pastry crumbs all over her mouth actually harbored a hidden identity secret deliberately buried by others.