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?”

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

absolutely right, Aunt

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

Aunt Fern, Uncle Mont. I toast to your health and

Philip stood up, held up his

just said. Philip is my husband, and even if he doesn’t make anything

back all this time, but now she stood up and declared

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

as well, saying below her breath, “What are you

table watched the drama like mere spectators, their

to amount to anything in life at this

else insulted him

What a worthless wretch!

were still his relatives and elders, so it was one thing for them to tell him off. What right did these strangers have

phone and then leaped to his feet excitedly. “He’s here!

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

of the group, while Philip stood

“Are you alright?”

all, she was quite fed-up with all these

I’m used to it. I

and her impression of Philip naturally

good-for-nothing. All that man has is a sweet tongue. No wonder he’s been poor

lot into the fray

slender straight legs and a pink coat

not fault

walked through the doors of Snowsea Ambrosia. He looked gentlemanly and wore glasses, speaking