Fu Yunting and the others did not do anything to Shen Fu.
It was not that they did not want revenge, but the three grown men would have found no satisfaction in beating Shen Fu up.
Fu Wenzi said, "Are we just letting this go?"
Fu Yunting gave a cold smile. "Of course not."
"Go ask the little one to lend us her butterfly."
Having nightmares every night-mental torment was far more painful than physical torment.
They planned to wait until Qin Yan was older before telling her about Shen Fu and Fu Qinghuan.
She had the right to know.
But Qin Yan was still too young to understand any of this, and it was not appropriate for her to know yet.
Fu Yunting smoked a cigarette, recalling what Shen Fu had said.
He bore some responsibility for Qing Huan's death, too.
He did feel guilty and blame himself.
He was indeed part of the reason Shen Fu had targeted Qing Huan.
All because he had been unlucky enough to catch that deranged woman's eye.
His rejection, his affection for his younger sister Qing Huan, and the Shen Family's somewhat twisted upbringing had all contributed to Qing Huan's happiness striking a raw nerve in her.
Fu Wenzi said, "Don't let that woman's words get to you, Yunting."
"I know," Fu Yunting said.
"Let's go visit Qing Huan."
The three brothers left and went to a cemetery.
It was not a public cemetery, but a burial ground the Fu Family had bought specifically for their own family.
Fu Qinghuan rested there.
Since it was only for members of the Fu Family, there were few graves, and the surroundings were lovely.
The three brothers arrived carrying white chrysanthemums, along with the flowers the women had liked when they were alive.
"Little sister,