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?”

leader of a small company. How much can she earn every year? If a man doesn’t

absolutely right, Aunt Fern. I’ll work

on this woman’s nonsense, and he had no patience for the way she lectured him as

toast to

up, held up his wine glass, and

said. Philip is my husband, and even if he doesn’t make anything of himself, I’m still willing to take care of

been holding back all this time, but now she stood up and declared her thoughts

sniggered and said, “Sure. I won’t

as well, saying below her breath, “What

watched the drama like mere spectators, their contempt showing

never going to amount to anything

else insulted him so badly. In the end,

What a worthless wretch!

were still his relatives and elders, so it was one thing for them to

his feet excitedly. “He’s here! Come on,

the host had spoken, the guests could not stay put, could they? All of them stood up and

group, while Philip

“Are you alright?”

was quite fed-up with all these

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

their little interaction, and her impression of Philip naturally

a sweet tongue. No wonder

her lot into the fray too, her

jeans over her slender straight legs and a pink coat over her ample bosom. Philip decided not to hold it

men should not fault women like

black suit and carrying a briefcase walked through the doors of Snowsea Ambrosia. He looked gentlemanly and wore glasses, speaking formally as he said, “Sorry I’m late, Mr. Renner. There was