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

Chapter 73 Clash

"I heard you're writing a screenplay?"

In the second round, Mrs. Whitney herself took the lead. After all, it was a literary salon, and she was the hostess; it wouldn't be right if she didn't say a few words.

Mrs. Whitney sighed and remarked, "Gia...you really have courage. You know, women in Boston wouldn't have done this kind of thing before. Of course, times have changed, and young people always think differently."

This is said so elegantly and smoothly that most people can't find any fault with it, but is it really true?

of course not.

Mrs. Whitney delivered a subtle, elegant sarcasm.

This translates to: "Women these days are no good. We shouldn't have stuck to tradition like we used to. Why are we even writing these lousy scripts?"

Of course, she concealed it well, even asking Jia whether she'd rather write screenplays or be a mother. After all, for a wife, the two most important things in life are socializing and taking care of children.

Jia smiled, her tone neither humble nor arrogant.

"Writing screenplays is my job, being a mother is my future life. Madam, do you think it's more important to distinguish between the two?"

Gia didn't answer, but kicked the ball back at Mrs. Whitney, making the latter feel awkward.

Because on this issue, no matter which one you admit is more important, the other party can immediately seize on it and launch a counterattack, striking one after another without making a sound.

If you answer that writing is important, the other person will say that you don't care about your child and are not a good mother, and your personal image will instantly collapse.

Of course, if you answer that your child is the most important thing, the other person will say that you are a boring person who lacks aesthetics and taste, and your personal image will instantly collapse.

In short, this kind of problem is something that generations of masters in Europe and America have summarized over hundreds of years through countless trials and tribulations. Its status in social circles is similar to the 72 Shaolin arts; those who use it know its value.

Although Gia is young and lacks experience, she is a gifted individual who can grasp concepts at a glance.

Mrs. Rose was so happy when she saw this that she almost laughed herself silly.

Mrs. Whitney was taken aback, paused for a moment, and then fell silent.

Seeing this, another woman immediately stepped in to smooth things over, saying, "Young people these days are just different from us back then."

Jia smiled and nodded, but didn't say anything more, and the atmosphere in the living room suddenly became quiet.

The ladies exchanged bewildered glances, only then realizing that the Roses and their daughters were no lambs to the slaughter today, and were putting up a fierce counterattack.

After a brief pause, the next important figure appeared – none other than Mrs. Lowell.

When enemies meet, their eyes are filled with hatred. The conflict between the two families has been brewing for a long time. This time, old Joseph's announcement of his candidacy is tantamount to declaring war on the Lowell family.

That's why Mrs. Lowell doesn't mind having a social contest now.

She was in her fifties, wearing a fluffy dress, with dry hair and frighteningly pale skin; she looked like the kind of person you didn't want to mess with.

This is not surprising, though; those who can gain a foothold in a family like Lowell are generally not to be trifled with.

This time, Mrs. Lowell skipped all the pretense and went straight to the point, unleashing her full power.

"Darling, does your father really think he can win? I mean... he's not on our side, after all. No offense intended, of course."

Although her tone remained calm, sounding like a normal conversation, it was clear to anyone with eyes that this was the most direct offense.

In Mrs. Lowell's context, the word "we" is very clear; the phrase "you are not one of us" speaks volumes.

The other ladies didn't say much, since they were all from the WASP circle and naturally aligned themselves with Mrs. Lowell.

Similarly, this is also a potentially disastrous question.

Gia knew perfectly well the strength of the WASPs in Boston, so a direct answer was tantamount to admitting defeat. After all, with Joseph's current strength, he was simply not capable of challenging the WASP group, and Mrs. Lowell's doubts about his ability to win were certainly not unfounded.

Everyone fell silent, their eyes fixed on Gia, eager to see what this young lady from the Kennedy family would have to say.

This was her first time attending a gathering of wives, and also her first time facing a "test".

At this moment, Jia nodded and smiled slightly:

"Madam, Boston is not anyone's Boston. He believes that the voters have discerning eyes and that everyone will ultimately choose the most suitable one."

Regardless of whether they were "on our side" or not, in this round she only emphasized one point: the people's eyes are discerning.

This statement is correct in any context; no one can find fault with it. It is a typical example of political correctness.

Mrs. Lowell was somewhat taken aback; she hadn't expected Gia to say that, and she couldn't refute it.

In front of so many people, would she dare to say that Boston belongs to someone?

In front of so many people, could she really say that the people's eyes aren't discerning?

If she says that, she stands on the opposite side of justice, becoming the complete villain.

She smiled and didn't speak for the time being. Instead, she exchanged glances with the other ladies next to her, who looked at each other in astonishment.

Mrs. Rose smiled, but she was extremely nervous inside, afraid that her daughter might accidentally say something wrong and become the laughing stock of everyone.

But as it turned out, her worries were somewhat unnecessary.

Jia displayed rare calmness and wisdom, and some of her words were admirable even to someone with her own experience.

It was only then that Mrs. Rose realized that, without her noticing, her daughter had grown up to such an extent that she herself was almost a stranger to her.

Her wisdom and eloquence were in no way inferior to her own, and even surpassed those of the other ladies.

However, bad things don't end quickly, and neither does the enemy's offensive.

After a brief exchange of glances, Lowell remained silent. Another wasp lady stepped forward, and this time she didn't talk about the election or literature, but about old Joseph's business.

In front of everyone, the lady deliberately raised her voice and asked with a smile:

"I heard that when your father was in the import/export business, he dealt with some...unpleasant people. Of course, what man hasn't made mistakes when he was young?"

These words caused a slight commotion in the room, as the topic that everyone was familiar with had finally arrived.

As mentioned before, Joseph Sr. has a bad reputation and a lot of scandals from his early years, which are old news in Boston. This time, they've been brought up again.

The wives' purpose was clear: to embarrass Kennedy and her daughter.

Mrs. Whitney smiled gracefully, pretending to say something to her maid, as if to say, "It's not that I don't want to stop her, but that I really can't leave."

However, Jia didn't react much; these questions were really not difficult for her.

She responded casually, "My father often says that he was taught from a young age to earn a living with his own hands, and there's nothing shameful about that. As for those less-than-ideal things you mentioned, I haven't heard of them. I wonder which newspaper you read about them in?"

Gia kicked the ball back.

She directly asked the other person where they had seen the news, and the woman then realized she couldn't respond.

After all, in this kind of situation, I can't very well say that I heard it from Mrs. Lowell, can I?