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

Chapter 75 My Dear

Before transmigrating, Luther worked in social media and wrote online articles for a few years, but he always failed.

As for the definition of literature, he himself was confused and didn't think such a question was meaningful.

The reason why people like Lawrence are brought up for discussion is ultimately just to show off.

Unintentionally, he vaguely remembered that Confucius had said something like that, and then he wrote it down.

After arriving in the United States, he and Jia discussed and even argued about the script because of the need to revise it.

At that time, Gia was similar to Lawrence, believing that literature was elegant and sacred, and untouchable by ordinary people.

Until Luther uttered that famous quote from Confucius.

Of course, even Jiya had to admit that the Master's views were clearer and more profound.

Literature is ultimately meant to guide people; only good writing can provoke deep thought. This is the meaning of the saying "literature carries the Way."

Luther explained it in a way that Americans could understand, and Gia clearly took it to heart.

In her subsequent screenwriting, Jia kept this principle in mind and stopped making distinctions; any writing that is meaningful to people can be called literature.

These changes are reflected in her scripts, in every line of dialogue. The language is simpler, but the words have become more vibrant.

She never expected that such a small detail in their daily lives would come in handy at the salon, leaving a pretentious person speechless.

Lawrence wanted to ask more, but Jia didn't want to talk about it anymore. She lowered her head and discussed it with Mrs. Ross. The mother and daughter found an excuse and left in a hurry.

On the way back, Mrs. Rose finally came to her senses and recalled her daughter's performance at the salon that day, her face beaming with unprecedented pride.

Daniel was a complete failure and could not be relied upon at all; little Kennedy was still too young to be considered either. Just when she thought that the Kennedy children were destined to be mediocre, Gia was born out of nowhere.

"Gia! You're amazing! I'm so proud of you!" Mrs. Ross said without any hesitation.

"Mom, if possible, could you please not ask me to participate in these kinds of activities in the future...?"

"Why?" Mrs. Rose turned around, looking at her somewhat displeased daughter. "You're a Kennedy daughter. Your job is to attend these events, sometimes salons, sometimes dinner parties. You need to deal with the ladies..."

Jia sighed, and said with a hint of disappointment:

"Mom, I don't like anything fake, and at today's gathering, everything is fake except for the few potted plants on the table."

"Your politeness is fake, your humility is fake, even your smiles are fake. You're just a bunch of people putting on an act, doing pointless things. To me, it's meaningless and a complete waste of time."

"Gia, you..." Mrs. Ross was taken aback.

She never dreamed that her daughter would be so indifferent to high society, or even so resistant to it.

But strangely, why do I enjoy it so much?

"Gia, these are things that women can't avoid," Mrs. Rose sighed.

The plan to introduce Jia to the social scene was successful, but Jia's attitude put her in a difficult position.

In a place like Boston, you'll almost never meet a wife who isn't social.

However, in her joy of victory, Mrs. Rose didn't think too much about it. Perhaps her daughter was in a bad mood today and would be fine in a while.

Soon, the car drove out of the back bay area and headed towards Brookline. About half an hour later, we finally arrived home.

It was nearly 9 p.m. Old Joseph was still away on a business trip, Daniel had not yet returned, and young Kennedy was already asleep.

"Has Luther returned?" she asked the butler, Benson.

"I'm back."

Gia nodded, and without changing her clothes, went straight to Luther's room.

He knocked on the door and pushed it open. Luther was still awake; he had spread out a pile of papers and was writing and drawing on them.

Seeing Gia arrive, Luther turned around and asked with considerable curiosity, "How was the salon today?"

“Not very good,” Jia sat down, her face displeased. “Ladies gossip about others indirectly, exaggerate their neighbors’ stories, find ways to praise themselves, and occasionally make sarcastic remarks about each other. Luther, I don’t like that.”

As she spoke, Jia sighed softly, then removed her hair ornament, letting her brown hair fall down.

A cool evening breeze swept by, gently lifting her skirt and hair, and filling the air with the fragrance of gardenias.

Luther understood that this was a distressing moment for Gia, and she was confiding in him.

Originally, she also harbored a certain longing for the so-called high society scene, after all, that's what Mrs. Ross had said since she was a child.

But when she actually found herself among them, she realized how incredibly boring and dull these guys were.

"I know, but that's how it's always been in social situations, isn't it?" Luther walked over, patted her head, then slid his fingers down to her chin.

At this moment, Jia's eyes were clear, with a hint of melancholy, just like a daffodil on ice, creating a stunning beauty.

Fate is truly amazing.

The acerbic and stingy old Joseph and the vain and foolish Mrs. Rose, yet they had such a perfect daughter.

"Don't overthink it. If you don't want to go in the future, then don't go. I'll talk to Mrs. Ross."

"But will that even work?" Jia was still worried.

"Of course it's useful. I'm part of this family too, and people listen to me."

Although Luther had only recently arrived, he was no longer dispensable in the Kennedy household. He now controlled a box office film company and had hundreds of thousands in savings. Old Joseph's election depended on him, so if he made a small request, Old Joseph had no reason to refuse.

He smiled and kissed his wife's forehead: "Besides, isn't it a husband's duty to protect his wife and keep her from harassment?"

"Luther..." Jia stood up and gently nestled into her husband's arms.

Whether it's true or false is no longer important, as long as the other party says Luther, that's enough.

Luther picked her up, supporting her waist with both hands and her buttocks with the other. The girl's fragrance seeped into every pore from the inside out, making the old nobleman dizzy and numb, his mind blank.

In the end, Luther felt nothing but intense heat.

Jia blushed and struggled slightly, saying, "Luther, you're hurting me."

"I didn't do it at all!" Luther hurriedly defended himself.

"It's okay, I'll give it all to you..."

After saying that, Jia put down her skirt, kissed her husband again, and then ran away laughing.