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?”

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

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

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

Mont. I toast to your health

stood up, held up his

Aunt Fern. I don’t agree with what you just said. Philip is my husband, and

holding back all this time, but

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

breath, “What are you doing? Sit down! Why defend

at the table watched the drama like

to amount to anything in

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

What a worthless wretch!

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

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

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

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

“Are you alright?”

fed-up with all these people

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

witnessed their little interaction, and her impression of Philip naturally

sweet tongue. No wonder

into the fray too, her words dripping

to look at Cindi. She wore jeans over her slender straight legs and a pink coat over her ample bosom. Philip decided not to hold it against

not fault women like

doors of Snowsea Ambrosia. He looked gentlemanly and wore glasses, speaking formally as he said,