I became a son-in-law in the United States

Chapter 1 Dollar Bride

Brookline, USA, 1927.

This is an elite community located in the suburbs of Boston, the starting point of the American Dream over the past century, and the home of native Brahmins.

However, today, a high-profile wedding is taking place in a Catholic church called St. Idun.

How remarkable is it?

It's fair to say that almost all the wealthy people in Brookline came.

Old money and new money, the face of Anglo-Saxon society, and wealthy ladies and heiresses from high society—everyone who could come was there.

Of course, the wives gathered here not really to congratulate the newlyweds, but mainly to gossip.

Not far away, under the grapevines, the June sun was clear and warm, and wild bees danced among the flowers.

The wedding hadn't officially started yet, but guests were already gathered in twos and threes, and some had even secretly brought alcohol.

Although it was 1927 and Prohibition was still in effect, wealthy people used all sorts of methods to obtain alcohol: privately brewed, smuggled, for medical use, or through gangs.

The men talked mostly about stocks and Hoover, while the women formed loose yet close-knit groups, with today's wedding naturally at the heart of their conversation.

In high society, wives are mostly good at one thing: disassembling people from head to toe into parts and then putting them back together piece by piece.

"I heard that old Joseph has made a fortune in the stock market recently!" said a lady named Whitney first.

"The stock market?" Mrs. Astor raised an eyebrow, quite disdainfully. "My dear, only you would say that. What he did wasn't honorable; we'd rather call it speculation. You know, the Boston Club doesn't welcome people like that."

"But ladies, he's really made a killing, I hear he has millions of dollars." Mrs. Vanderbilt also raised her glass, a hint of envy flashing in her eyes. "Old Joseph is such a shrewd man, so now he wants to exchange all those dollars for something else—like a noble title."

"But what good is that? Can a German title really improve the Kennedy family's awkward position? He married his daughter to a German, hoping to use his name to elevate his own status and squeeze into the Boston club. I can only say he's too naive."

The ladies exchanged glances, covered their mouths, and simultaneously let out awkward yet restrained laughter.

But the conversation didn't stop there; after a few bites of melon, the ladies became even more excited.

"However, I've also heard that this young man is quite remarkable. His ancestors were a thousand-year-old Bavarian noble family, and he was related to the king. He even participated in the last World War. If this were in the past, he would never have looked at that silly daughter of the Kennedy family."

At this point, Mrs. Whitney shook her head, paused, and said:

"We have to admit that Germany did have a nobility, but that was in the past, not now. You don't know, since the war in 1918, Germany simply couldn't afford the war reparations. Their nobles went bankrupt, they became vagrants, thieves, and homeless. So the title of nobleman has long been worthless, because that's all that's left of the old European nobility."

"Really, this kind of drama would have been novel thirty years ago." Mrs. Astor smiled, her tone as if commenting on an outdated play. "Back in 1895, when Consuelo Vanderbilt married the Duke of Marlborough, that was a sensation. The daughter of an American railroad tycoon married into one of the oldest families in England, bringing with her a dowry of several million dollars. Even the New York Times reported on it for a whole week."

"It's a pity the ending wasn't good," someone added casually.

"Who cares about the ending? People care about the spectacle." Mrs. Whitney waved her hand dismissively. "But what about now? It's 1927, and even European aristocrats are almost worthless, yet people are still doing this. But thankfully, this time it's the other way around. It's not an American girl bringing money to save a castle, but American money bringing a castle home as a son-in-law. What do you call that? That's called a dollar bride."

"Enough said, the main character is about to appear."

The ladies exchanged glances, then turned their gazes toward the center of the church.

At this moment, the original organ melody in the church began to change, and after a slight adjustment, it became the solemn "Wedding March".

The doors opened, and to the astonishment of all, old Joseph, dressed in a formal suit, stood solemnly.

This was no nobody; his full name was Joseph Patrick Kennedy Sr., a famous tycoon in American history who also served as a presidential advisor and ambassador to the United Kingdom. His son was the renowned JFK, who later became the President of the United States.

However, in Boston, Joseph's capital was still not enough.

Because of his unscrupulous methods and his Irish heritage, the old money always ostracized him, and the KKK even threatened to kill him sooner or later.

So this time, old Joseph planned to go big; he wanted to bring in an old European nobleman as his son-in-law.

That's right, it's a son-in-law who lives with his wife's family.

Although the United States does not have the concept of a son-in-law living with his wife's family, the essence is the same: the woman's family is wealthy and powerful, and can bring in a young nobleman as her son-in-law, which can also prove their strength.

Right beside him stood a girl, about seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed in a wedding gown, standing gracefully.

She perfectly inherited her parents' looks and temperament, with an almost angelic face, brown hair, and a graceful figure. Bathed in soft light, she resembled a white swan dancing gracefully under the moonlight.

Her name was Gia, the second daughter of old Joseph, and the bride at this wedding.

And not far away, our male protagonist has already made his appearance and has been waiting for a while.

His name was Ludwig von, an old nobleman from the Kingdom of Bavaria. His ancestors were brothers of the king, and he was also related to the famous Empress Sisi.

However, what no one knew was that the original Ludwig had died of illness on his way here, and the one who took his place was a young soul from the 21st century and from the far East.

His real name is Chen Hao. He is a senior office worker at an internet company. He loves to run after staying up late. The feeling of being tired but happy is really great.

But who would have thought that after staying up all night, he had just gotten on the treadmill and hadn't even finished running eight kilometers when he suddenly went black and passed out. When he woke up, he was in Mr. Feng's body.

And so, he traveled from 2026 back to 1927, spanning an entire century.

Fortunately, he had a strong mental fortitude and quickly adapted to the new environment and his new identity, successfully playing the role of Ludwig.

As a time traveler, he himself couldn't believe that he would become a son-in-law as soon as he arrived, and not just any son-in-law, but the son-in-law of the Kennedy family.

In a daze, old Joseph had already brought his daughter to him. The priest was solemn and calm, with kind eyes.

Seeing this, the priest didn't stop and skillfully asked:

"Mr. Ludwig von, do you willingly and unreservedly accept Gia Kennedy as your lawful wife? In sickness and in health, in poverty and in wealth, do you promise to love her, comfort her, respect her, protect her, and remain faithful to her for the rest of your life?"

"It's an honor." Luther's memory surfaced, and he read the line from the script with aristocratic elegance.

Then the priest turned around and asked the other person the same question.

But the next moment, Jia frowned, lowered her voice, and said something that seemed completely unrelated.

"Is maith an scéalaí an aimsir!"

This is an Irish proverb that translates to "Time will tell."

Neither accepting nor refusing, it's still dignified.

And that was Gia's answer.