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

Chapter 99 This is an opportunity

"Perhaps... so..."

Old Joseph took a sip of coffee and nodded noncommittally.

He wasn't that concerned about whether his daughter was outstanding; he was more concerned about whether his election campaign would go smoothly.

However, since even Luther said so, he, as the father-in-law, naturally couldn't let his son-in-law's good intentions go to waste.

It's just a congressional election anyway, so let's just say Gia is Gia. If all else fails, we can always let Luther run.

"Then, Mr. Joseph, it's settled."

"But Luther," Joseph said, standing up, lighting a cigar, and exhaling a puff of blue-white smoke, "I still don't understand. This is an opportunity, isn't it? Why are you so insistent on pushing Gia forward?"

Luther met the other person's gaze and was quite frank.

"Because your daughter, who is also my wife, will ultimately have to stand up for us, no matter what, won't she?"

"I see, I understand. You can arrange this."

The two talked briefly and basically finalized the matter of Gia's appearance on stage. The time was set for next week, and the location was Boston City Hall.

After saying all this, Luther quickly tidied up and went to teach his brother-in-law.

After being taught "no right to speak without investigation" and "the power of the mind," young Kenny seemed to receive mysterious inspiration from the East.

Especially when Luther told him that the other party was only a teenager when he said those words, young Kennedy's young pride simply couldn't take it.

He would never allow anyone to be better than him, whether from the East or the West.

Perhaps inspired by Luther, John F. Kennedy Jr. has been very motivated lately, honing his willpower and training his body, leaving nothing out.

His academic performance is getting better and better, and his teachers often call to share the good news. He has already received excellent grades in two courses at school.

Of course, among all these changes, the most amazing thing is his body.

Since being moved and determined to change, the little guy's health has improved a lot. Although he still doesn't have much strength, he is no longer as prone to illness as before.

Recently, he has become obsessed with baseball and swimming, and often has his servants play with him in his yard, which makes him very happy.

When the little guy saw Luther return, he practically jumped for joy.

"Brother-in-law! Get to the lesson right now!"

"OK."

An hour later, Luther finished the lesson and walked out with a relieved look on his face.

The little guy is making rapid progress, even somewhat unexpectedly. He already knows about one or two hundred Chinese characters and can accurately say the meaning of these characters.

Although his pronunciation was not accurate and he spoke with a strong accent, for Luther, this was already quite remarkable.

It's important to know that among all the languages ​​in the world, Chinese is definitely one of the most difficult to learn, second only to Tangut script.

Reading it is troublesome, writing it is troublesome, and understanding it is even more varied. If you take into account the different local dialects, it is truly profound and complex.

Luther felt that his language skills were not good enough, and that he was ambiguous about some things, fearing that he might mislead others.

"It seems necessary to hire a Chinese tutor for him."

However, in this day and age, finding a highly skilled, kind, and respectable Chinese teacher is no easy task.

There are many Chinese Americans who understand Mandarin, but very few who meet all of the above criteria.

When it comes to pursuing my ideals, I can only think of Lin Yutang, but whether it's feasible or not remains to be seen.

After class, Luther did not return to his room. Instead, he went up the stairs, turned around, and headed towards Gia's room.

After greeting Ruth, the maid tactfully left, and he then pushed open Gia's door and quietly went inside.

The room wasn't big, but it was very cozy. A desk was placed in front of the window, and the wardrobe contained Gia's dresses. A thick, soft Persian carpet was laid on the floor, and a landscape painting that old Joseph had bought from the Soviet Union hung on the wall. The painting depicted a Soviet farm, with frost and clouds mixed together, a quietly flowing river, and apple trees by the river.

This is a desolate autumn scene, but for some reason, it gives people a sense of warmth, reminding them of the farms in Tolstoy's works, far from the hustle and bustle of the world.

He came to the bedside, looked at Jia who was fast asleep, and couldn't help but pinch her cheek.

A faint fragrance wafted over, and Jia slowly opened her eyes. Seeing Luther beside her, she couldn't help but smile gently. She then took her husband's hand and placed it against her chest.

Luther felt the soft mass and used all his strength to suppress the eight streams of true energy surging within his body.

"Luther, you've come!"

Gia was not alarmed by Luther's presence at her bedside; in fact, she was quite pleased.

Now, she's no longer worried about Luther seeing her in her nightgown. Even if he does see her, it doesn't matter, since it was all his to begin with, wasn't it?

"Ruth told me you slept for 14 hours, I was a little worried, so I came to check on you."

Upon hearing this, Jia sat up with a smile and gave her husband a big hug.

After getting plenty of sleep, she felt great and her mood improved significantly.

"I feel so much better! I've never felt so comfortable and relaxed."

"Get up quickly, wash up a bit, I need to talk to you."

"oh."

After saying that, Jia got up, straightened her skirt, and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Her skin is great; even without makeup, its delicate texture remains unaffected. The only problem is her hair. She didn't follow the trend and get a wavy hairstyle; her hair is still long and reaches her waist.

About ten minutes later, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and Jia came out wrapped in a bath towel.

"Luther, could you please move aside...?"

As soon as she said it, she regretted it and quickly changed her mind, "No! That's not what I meant! I'm just not used to it yet..."

"It's alright, take your time, I'll wait for you at the tennis court." With that, Luther closed the door and left.

Meanwhile, in the Kennedy family's yard, servants were bustling about, taking care of everything in an orderly manner.

Don't underestimate it; the Kennedy family's house in Brookline was a full 2 ​​acres, which is more than 13 mu today.

Within this vast area, besides the living quarters of old Joseph and his family, there was a swimming pool, tennis court, underground cinema, wine cellar, and a small vineyard. Although it couldn't compare to the old Wasps, it was considered luxurious in America at the time.

Luther arrived at the vineyard, found a seat, and soon Gia arrived as well.

The bright morning sunlight shone down on her white dress, and she walked towards Luther with a smile, wearing a straw hat.

"Luther, my dear, what brings you here? Look at the sunshine today, and these grapevines, how beautiful they are!"

She kissed her husband before sitting down.

Luther smiled and said, "Gia, it's your turn to go on stage now."

P.S.: It's Tuesday again, the PK decides life or death, it's so stressful. I humbly request that you experts flip through this and read it, to help me rise to the top~~ Mommy, Mommy, please comfort me!