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?”

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 an eventual divorce. If Wynn divorced you and you have nothing to show for yourself, what will you do for the rest

You’re absolutely right,

want to waste his time on this woman’s nonsense, and he had no patience for the way she lectured him as though she

Fern, Uncle Mont. I toast to

stood up, held up his wine glass,

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

this time, but now she stood up and declared her

course, so she sniggered and said, “Sure. I won’t say anything if you insist on

yanked Wynn’s arm angrily as well, saying below her breath, “What are you

watched the drama like mere spectators, their contempt showing on

never going to amount to anything in life at this

did not even dare to fight back after someone else insulted him so badly. In the end, his

What a worthless wretch!

no fool, and he could read their expressions to some extent. The Renners were still his relatives and elders, so it was one thing for them to tell him off. What right did these strangers have to look down on him,

his feet excitedly. “He’s here! Come on, follow me and let’s go greet

the guests could not stay put, could they? All of them

the front of the group, while Philip stood on the edges, chatting happily

“Are you alright?”

she was quite fed-up with all these people humiliating

caressed Wynn’s smooth little face. “It’s fine, I’m used to it. I can deal with anything as long as you’re with

little interaction, and her impression of

has is a sweet tongue. No wonder he’s

fray too, her words dripping

slightly to look at Cindi. She wore jeans over her slender straight legs

men should not fault women

briefcase walked through the doors of Snowsea Ambrosia.