These photographs were delivered by postal workers not long ago. Everyone at the time thought it was just an ordinary package and opened it without hesitation.
To their surprise, the contents inside shocked everyone upon opening, and the entire household descended into chaos!
"Mom, say something. What's going on with these photos?"
In the room, Han Taiqing's eyes were bloodshot, his fists clenched tightly as he stared at his mother. If not for her special status, he might have already resorted to physical violence.
The photos exposed in the colorful newspapers that morning had caught him completely off guard, striking him like a bolt from the blue, leaving Han Taiqing stunned.
He could never have imagined that his mother, whom he had always respected, would do such things. This was a tremendous blow to him as a son.
Now, Han Taiqing dared not answer any phone calls, fearing ridicule. He even hesitated to go out.
Especially when these scandalous and explicit photos were mysteriously mailed, laid bare on the table, Han Taiqing's head swam, and he could barely stand.
He had fallen into a state of frenzy. More critically, the colorful newspapers claimed these photos were found in his grandfather's room.
They had naturally visited Grandpa Han Taiqing's manor, even his private bedroom, and were intimately familiar with some of its decor and layout, making it impossible to deny the photos.
All of this suggested that the photos were very likely not fake and not a rumor...
If all of this were true, Han Taiqing couldn't bear to think of the consequences.
As for his father, Han Zongyi, he had become like a different person since early that morning, frightening and unapproachable.
"Mom, please explain!"
"The woman in these photos isn't you, it definitely isn't you, right..."
Han Minghui cried, her voice choked with emotion, as she collapsed on the floor and shouted at her mother.
In the distance, Lu Meijuan sat motionless with disheveled hair. No matter how her children urged her, she remained unresponsive, like a wooden doll.
Suddenly, at this moment, Han Zongyi stood up, drawing the attention of Han Taiqing and Han Minghui.
"Dad, where are you going?"
The siblings asked nervously.
"I'm going out for a walk. You two watch your mother. If anything happens to her, I'll hold you responsible!"
Han Taiqing's voice was icy and sharp. As he spoke, he cast a glance at his wife, who sat like a disheveled mannequin in the distance.
As if sensing her husband's piercing gaze, Lu Meijuan's previously wooden body trembled slightly.
"Dad, I'll go with you!"
Han Taiqing said quickly.
He was deeply worried that his father might do something impulsive in this sensitive situation.
"No need!"
"You stay put at home and don't go anywhere!"
Han Zongyi roared, startling everyone.
Seeing his father's ferocious gaze, Han Taiqing dared not say another word. His father was like a porcupine now, prickly to anyone who approached.
Han Taiqing felt immense pain. If he, as a son, was in such a predicament, how much more heartbroken and unbearable must his father feel with his wife's disgraceful actions?
Watching his father's staggering departure, Han Taiqing's eyes were bloodshot. He hated his mother's infidelity and even more so, the person who exposed all of this.
These people who revealed such a massive secret were practically trying to destroy the Han family! Their intentions were wicked!
As Han Zongyi drove away from his villa, he saw many neighbors gathered in small groups. Many of them were old friends with whom he usually shared meals and drinks, and some were even business partners.
Normally, they would greet each other, but never had their greetings felt so pointed. Han Zongyi didn't even dare to lower his car window, speeding past them.
He didn't know where he was going. He drove aimlessly on the highway, his speed reaching an astonishing one hundred and sixty kilometers per hour, forcing many cars on the road to honk in alarm.
Suddenly, a shrill phone ring jolted Han Zongyi, who was speeding.
He slowed down, took out his phone. This was his private number, known only to a few close associates.
However, when he saw the name of the caller, his pupils contracted. The display read "Big Brother."
Big Brother Han Zongshu, who shared the same misfortune. The two brothers had truly become companions in suffering.
"Big Brother!"
Han Zongyi stopped the car and answered the phone, his voice particularly hoarse.
"I'm planning to go over there. Do you want to join me?"
Han Zongshu's voice came through, equally hoarse, as if he hadn't drunk water in days, forcing the words out of his throat.
Han Zongyi paused. He knew exactly where "over there" was.
"Going now?"
Han Zongyi asked. He hadn't considered going to question that old man, but in the current situation, if he went to the Han family's ancestral home, it would likely be known immediately by those with ulterior motives and used as a sensation to be spread everywhere.
"I can't stand it for another second. I have to go and confront that old man face-to-face and get to the bottom of this."
Han Zongshu roared into the phone, his voice so loud that even through the phone, his rage was palpable.
Han Zongyi thought for a moment and decisively said, "Alright, I'll go with you!"
"Where are you now?"
At the Han family's ancestral home, as the brothers arrived one after the other by car, many people were still gathered, mostly neighbors and idlers looking for excitement.
Of course, there were also many with malicious intent, some holding cameras, looking like reporters.
With such a major event unfolding, all the media outlets in Longcheng had rushed over like cats smelling blood.
Upon seeing the brothers' license plates, someone immediately raised their long lenses and began snapping pictures incessantly.
The brothers ignored them and drove into the ancestral home under the escort of security guards.
"Eldest Young Master, Third Young Master, you're here!"
As the brothers got out of the car, the bodyguards guarding the courtyard greeted them cautiously.
The brothers remained silent and walked through the main gate.
They were met by Liu An, the steward whose arms had been disabled. His two arms hung limply at his sides, and a perfunctory smile adorned his face. "Eldest Young Master, Third Young Master, please have a seat!"
He then reprimanded the surrounding servants:
"Are you blind? Hurry up and serve tea to the two young masters!"
Han Zongshu raised his hand to stop him. "No need. We're not here for tea."
"Steward Liu, my brother and I are here to see the Old Master today. Please inform him."
Liu An's face showed a hint of difficulty. "Young Masters, I'm afraid it's not possible today. The Old Master's old ailment has flared up again, and he just took his medicine and fell asleep..."