Chen Family An Ruxin stood at the door of Chen Anran’s home, hesitated only briefly, and then knocked. A small doubt lingered in her heart: after all these years, could the family have moved? If so, that would complicate things... But regardless, she still had to come and investigate. Just as An Ruxin was deep in thought, the door opened. The woman who answered looked to be around fifty, maybe younger, but she seemed exhausted. Her hair was streaked with white, making her appear older than she…