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?”

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 an eventual divorce. If Wynn

right, Aunt Fern.

waste his time on this woman’s nonsense, and he

I toast to your

up his wine glass, and

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

but now she stood up

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

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

drama

amount to anything in life at this

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

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,

phone and then leaped to 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 stood up and headed out of the room,

stood at the front of the group, while Philip stood

“Are you alright?”

quite fed-up with all these

used to it. I can deal with anything as long as you’re with

her impression of Philip naturally

sweet tongue. No

into the fray too, her

legs and a pink coat

men should not fault

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