Chapter 174: Aunt Marcia, You Are So Naughty
On the Zingle River Bridge.
John stood there, gazing at the beautiful woman at the end of the bridge. She was curvaceous, with a figure sculpted to perfection—every part of her body developed to its fullest potential. Time had failed to dull her beauty; in fact, it seemed to have preserved her as if nature itself had intended it that way.
Strictly speaking, Marcia could no longer be called a "young" woman by age alone. But her appearance and figure had withstood the test of time, making the title "the most beautiful young woman in the State of New York" still fit her perfectly.
All John could think was that Uncle Nick was incredibly lucky.
He truly envied him.
At the far end of the bridge, John asked with a smile, "Aunt Marcia, why didn't you talk to me at home? Why bring me all the way out here?"
"John, are you a martial artist?"
Marcia cut straight to the point. This time, she didn't call him "good son-in-law" or "good nephew," a clear sign of how serious she was.
John blinked, surprised. "Why do you ask that?"
"Just answer me—yes or no?"
Marcia didn't explain herself. Her eyes were filled with anticipation, as though she hoped to find the truth written across his face.