The First Heir

“Oh, a delivery boy? But that makes no sense, didn’t he say his wife is a chairwoman or something?” said someone in surprise.

“A chairwoman? What does it matter if she’s the chairwoman of some two-bit company?”

Fern rudely called Philip out. “Stop stuffing your face like that, Philip. Can’t you hear that your elders are talking to you?”

She was proud and arrogant!

Mont saw what she was doing and wanted to stop her, but eventually he just shook his head helplessly.

He had already done enough to protect these poor relatives of his.

To be honest, he also wanted to use this chance to wake Philip up. He wanted to show Philip just how far behind he had fallen so far the latter might buck up and go to work like a proper adult.

It was so embarrassing for a man to live off his wife like that.

Martha also glared at Philip, who was still preoccupied with his food. She yelled, “Philip, your aunt is talking to you! Say something!”

Philip was embarrassing enough at home, but why did he have to embarrass her when they were outdoors as well?

At the same time, Wynn secretly tugged at Philip’s hand, signalling at him to be patient.

They were all family, so he would just have to tolerate this for a bit.

Finally, Philip put his chopsticks down and smiled sheepishly. “Thank you for your concern, Aunt Fern. I’ll do my best.”

“Haha, don’t be mad at me for being a little strict with you, okay? Considering your background, if you don’t put more effort into getting a decent job, what will become of your future?”

happier now. She behaved like an elder, teaching Philip an unsolicited lesson. “Even if Wynn is some chairwoman now, she’s only the leader of a small company. How much can she earn every year? If a man doesn’t work harder, all he’ll get is

yes. You’re absolutely right, Aunt Fern. I’ll

nonsense, and he had no patience for the way she lectured him as though

to your health

Philip stood up, held up his wine glass, and drained

my husband, and even if he doesn’t make anything of himself,

but now she stood up and declared

loved conflict, of course, so she sniggered and said, “Sure. I won’t say

arm angrily as well, saying below her breath, “What are you doing? Sit down! Why

other people at the table watched the drama like mere spectators, their contempt showing on

amount to anything in

someone else insulted him so badly. In the end, his wife had to

What a worthless wretch!

his relatives and elders, so it was one

his phone and then leaped to his feet excitedly. “He’s here! Come on, follow me

guests could not stay put, could they? All of them stood up and headed out of the room, going

the group, while Philip stood on

“Are you alright?”

fed-up with

Wynn’s smooth little face. “It’s fine, I’m used to it. I can deal with

and her impression of

man has is a sweet tongue. No wonder he’s been poor

her lot into the fray

jeans over her slender straight legs and a pink coat over her

should not fault

carrying a briefcase walked through the doors of Snowsea Ambrosia. He looked gentlemanly