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

That's not surprising.

Ever since Luther mentioned Gia's novel during the day, she had been incredibly embarrassed.

Novels are also private matters, and exposing one's privacy to others like this is no different from stripping naked and tearing oneself apart for others to see.

Although Luther was somewhat special, he was still ultimately within the category of "others".

"Wait a moment, I'll get it for you."

Luther nodded, then turned to his desk and took out a stack of papers from a drawer. These were things Gia had written a few years ago, which she hadn't bothered to organize afterward, so they were scattered everywhere.

After receiving it, Jia nodded slightly, then glanced at Luther and said, "Goodnight, Luther."

"Good night."

After saying that, she turned and left, and a light footstep echoed in the hallway.

Watching Gia's retreating figure, Luther himself was filled with emotion. The Kennedy family's home was like a wasteland, offering little nourishment beyond scheming, yet it was precisely in this wasteland that the most stunning flower bloomed—Gia.

She was like a book, a treasure trove. In the process of constantly interacting with her, Luther refreshed his understanding every day.

Who would have thought that beneath such a cold and rational face lies a young and restless heart?

As human beings, who doesn't yearn for love, who doesn't crave the most enviable intimacy?

Unfortunately, not everyone is lucky enough to have these things.

After Gia walked away, Luther was about to close the door when his brother-in-law's voice rang out.

Looking back, I saw that Daniel had arrived at some point and was standing at the top of the stairs, seemingly having witnessed everything that had just happened.

"Luther, you should sleep with her." Daniel was direct and rude.

Even though the other person was his own sister, Daniel didn't hold back and told her everything he had observed.

"Didn't you realize? She didn't come to get your diary. She just... wanted to find an opportunity..." Daniel rubbed his head, seemingly trying to figure out how to express himself, and finally, after organizing his thoughts, said...

"She's always been like this since she was little. She likes or cares about people but never says it. Instead, she'll find other ways to get closer to them, like talking to them a few more times or glancing at them from afar."

Daniel knows his younger sister inside and out; nothing Gia does escapes his eyes.

A young girl's affection begins with humility, with tentative exploration, and with cautiousness.

Of course, Gia is a young girl, and a married one at that, so Daniel has even less need to put on any of that elegant act.

"Ha! You could tell?"

Daniel spread his hands, smiling, and said, "She's my sister!"

Luther didn't reply, but instead asked Daniel what he was doing here so late. Daniel just smiled casually and said, "Of course I have something to say. Let's go inside and talk."

Forget about Jia for now, Daniel also briefly talked about the changes in the new youth over the past two days.

Overall, things are looking up, everyone has benefited, and there has been a transformation.

After the club was established, the Tom brothers finally breathed a sigh of relief. At least for the time being, they didn't have to worry about Lowell causing trouble. It wasn't that the other members would lend a hand, but simply because Luther, their pillar of support, was there.

As long as Luther was around, the brother and sister could feel a little more at ease. After all, they had actually seen it that day: Lowell didn't care about anyone, but he was quite afraid of Luther.

This is not hard to understand. Luther's identity was complex. He was not only an old European nobleman but also a member of the Kennedy family. Although he was not as influential as the old Wasp, he still had a presence.

Most importantly, the determination and vision that Luther displayed were something these wealthy young men had never seen before, and they admired him even more after spending time with him.

Sam Goldstein, the Jewish academic genius, is currently recruiting talent to attract more members to the New Youth initiative.

Luther was reassured about this. Sam had many academic geniuses, including some young scientists, who were of high value. The people he brought in should be reliable.

As for Jim Green and Tony, they haven't been making much noise lately, but they rarely go to bars anymore.

Jim Green revised the New Youth Manifesto to make it easier to read and understand while retaining its profound and enduring meaning.

Tony helped with the business from home, but Luther wasn't sure what it was—it could be cheese production, or it could be gangster business. In any case, in 1927, gangsters were the pores of America, inhaling and exhaling with every breath.

"Since meeting you, I've realized that all our eating and drinking before was meaningless. The more we drank, the emptier we felt; the more girls we chased, the more bored we became. I thought my life would just stay like this forever, but Luther, you showed us a good path. We're not just playboys who want to live a life of leisure; we want to do something to prove ourselves."

My brother-in-law gesticulated wildly, excitedly recounting all the changes that had occurred during this period.

He couldn't quite explain what these changes meant, but it wasn't hard to feel that his condition was getting better and better, and that others were in a similar situation.

"Very good," Luther nodded, and continued to his brother-in-law, "The pleasure of indulgence is fleeting, followed by a greater emptiness, which can only be satisfied with even more frenzied indulgence. On the contrary, if we all exercise a little more self-discipline, these troubles will disappear."

"That's what I meant too, so I'm planning to read some books or something recently."

"You're not going to clubs anymore, and you're not playing around with women anymore?"

"Those women!" The brother-in-law paused, then said irritably, "Actually, Luther, these women are all meaningless. Don't care what they look like; they're all the same once they're naked. Women are superficial creatures; they follow their feelings and have no loyalty whatsoever. If it weren't for satisfying my sexual desires, I wouldn't want to play with them."

My brother-in-law is very honest; he saw right through me.

"I didn't expect you to understand it so deeply?" Luther said, both amused and exasperated.

"Luther, I started studying women when I was fourteen. You could say that in Boston, I could go out for a walk and run into several women I've slept with."

"Okay..." Luther expressed his admiration for his brother-in-law.

The two chatted for a while longer, then agreed to meet at the New Youth Club three days later before the brother-in-law left.

As they were about to part, the eldest uncle, seemingly lost in thought, turned to Luther and said:

"Luther, my brother-in-law, I know what your marriage is like, but things are different now, aren't they?"

"So I hope that if there's a next time, you won't be such a gentleman, my brother-in-law."

After saying that, his brother-in-law smiled and left, leaving Luther standing there, slightly stunned.

Admittedly, things didn't seem to go as he expected. He had only planned to stay at Kennedy's house temporarily, and then start his own business once he had established himself there.

But judging from the current situation, it seems that I have already adapted to this home?

A shrewd father-in-law, a charming mother-in-law, a carefree brother-in-law, and a diligent young Kennedy—these had all become part of Luther's life.

He paused, then patted his head.

"Wake up, Luther!"