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

Chapter 74 Luther's Words

"That Irish bitch is too difficult to deal with!" someone whispered to Mrs. Whitney.

Mrs. Whitney glanced at them, her face also showing helplessness. Originally, according to the ladies' plan, once the Roses and their daughter arrived, they were to embarrass them and make them the laughing stock of all of Boston. But who could have imagined that the Kennedy daughters would be so difficult to deal with, holding their own against three opponents.

After Jia answered the last question, the ladies were no longer willing to talk.

Despite being only eighteen years old, Jia's composure and resourcefulness far surpassed her mother's. After all that talking, she really couldn't gain any advantage at all.

Although Mrs. Rose was a wealthy woman in Boston, she had been pampered since childhood and was not actually that smart. The other wives often joked about her husband, and Mrs. Rose didn't say anything. Instead, she could only awkwardly smile most of the time.

However, the same approach seemed to be completely ineffective with Jia.

And so, Jia won this battle with the wives in her own way. Although everyone present was embarrassed, they were still quite convinced.

To prevent this carefully prepared literary salon from becoming dull, Mrs. Whitney then invited out today's guest—a young man named Lawrence.

The young man was in his early twenties, British, with naturally red curly hair and handsome features; he was undoubtedly a very good-looking guy.

In Britain, Lawrence rose to fame several years ago. It was rumored that he could write poetry at the age of seven, prose at the age of nine, and entered Cambridge to study classics at the age of thirteen.

Later, Lawrence crossed the ocean to the United States, where he wrote books and developed his career, while also writing screenplays, and gradually gained some fame in the United States.

At Mrs. Whitney's warm invitation, Lawrence appeared in the drawing room as promised. He was surrounded by the ladies, as if he were in a flower garden.

The conversation continued, but this time it wasn't about Joseph; instead, it turned to literature.

Lawrence quoted extensively from classical texts, making the ladies laugh non-stop, their breasts bobbing up and down, which thrilled the young men.

This kind of thing is no secret in the industry.

It is well known that the husbands of upper-class wives are very busy, either vying for fame and fortune or committing murder and arson, and rarely come home even once a year.

Living in such a pampered environment, people inevitably get bored once they are well-fed.

Therefore, compared to salons, bridge games, or charity galas, the wives prefer to keep their own lovers, in varying numbers.

They often mingle together under the guise of a salon so that outsiders can't tell the truth.

With Lawrence's dazed expression, it's hard not to think in that direction.

Jia didn't say a word the whole time. In fact, she didn't listen at all. She just sat quietly, wondering when this damn salon would end.

Her absent-mindedness clearly attracted the attention of others, especially Lawrence, who was quite unhappy about it.

No matter what, I am a top student from Cambridge. In terms of literary skills, how could I not be better than a female student from Wellesley?

Someone like me came here to share with you, and you actually ignored me?

Lawrence was already in a bad mood at that moment!

He paused, exchanged a glance with Mrs. Whitney, and then refocused his gaze on Gia.

"Ms. Jia, I heard you're also writing things, like screenplays?"

Jia nodded without saying anything.

"That's wonderful! It seems we're kindred spirits, both writers, both lovers of literature."

Jia smiled and nodded again. She said she liked reading and writing, but those were very private matters that she would never show off.

Seeing that Jia was still uninterested, Lawrence smiled, but his tone became slightly harsher. In front of his wife, he asked what he thought was a sophisticated question:

"Ms. Jia, what is literature in your opinion?"

The ladies didn't care what literature was; they just wanted to see Gia's reaction.

Since even Mrs. Lowell couldn't handle her, everyone could only rely on Lawrence; only a professional could do it.

This is indeed a tricky question because it has no definitive answer; any answer is acceptable. However, one thing is certain: no matter how you answer, people will be able to find flaws in your response and offer their critique.

Of course, in most cases, ordinary people cannot answer such questions; they are too academic and too complicated.

Lawrence's attempt to embarrass Gia under the guise of discussion was hardly unintentional.

"What is it, Ms. Jia? If you have any thoughts or unique insights, please don't hesitate to share them. This is a literary salon, and I would be very grateful if I could hear some helpful opinions."

Mrs. Whitney nodded in agreement: "Yes, dear, but don't push yourself too hard. Dear Lawrence is amazing; even the Queen of England praised his poetry."

Seeing that Mrs. Whitney had said so, the other ladies were not to be outdone and joined in one by one.

"Wellesley's girls learn how to marry well; they don't know anything about literature!"

"Old Joseph was good at making money, but he didn't pay much attention to his children's education."

"We're discussing literature today, which is certainly challenging for them."

"If that's not possible, could you read one of your works to us?"

Mrs. Rose's face flushed red and then paled; she was now regretting attending this literary salon. A charity gala would have been better, as she could at least exert some influence, but a literary salon was different, since she knew absolutely nothing about it.

Faced with the wives' subtle barbs, she looked at her daughter with concern, unsure of what to say.

However, the next moment, just when everyone thought that Jia would remain silent, she smiled faintly and looked at Lawrence with some disdain.

"Mr. Lawrence, literature is not that complicated. It doesn't need to quote extensively or give lengthy explanations. In my opinion, good writing is literature."

"Good writing is literature..." Lawrence was somewhat taken aback, then suddenly he was shocked. He had never heard such a simple and straightforward definition before!

With just this one sentence, the direction is clear and the meaning is straightforward, far superior to those lengthy treatises in textbooks.

Even he himself felt that all the long-winded discussions among the wives today couldn't compare to Gia's one sentence.

At this moment, Lawrence couldn't hold back any longer. "Ms. Jia, could you please tell me which great author said this?"

In his opinion, it was unlikely that Jia would say such a thing at her age; there must be a mastermind behind her.

Jia nodded and smiled at everyone, saying, "This is what my husband said; he's a veteran."

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