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?”

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,

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

waste his time on this woman’s nonsense, and he had no patience for

I toast to

up his wine glass, and

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

this time, but now she stood up

I won’t say anything if you insist on

“What are you doing? Sit down! Why defend that piece of

watched the drama like mere spectators, their contempt showing on their

never going to amount to anything in

someone else insulted him so badly. In the end, his wife

What a worthless wretch!

could read their expressions to some extent. The Renners were still his relatives and elders, so it was one thing for them to tell

and then leaped to his feet excitedly.

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

group, while Philip stood on the edges, chatting happily with

“Are you alright?”

quite fed-up with all these

fine, I’m used to

her impression

is a sweet tongue. No wonder he’s been

into the fray too, her words

straight legs and a pink coat over her ample bosom.

should not fault

doors of Snowsea Ambrosia. He looked gentlemanly and wore glasses, speaking formally as he said, “Sorry I’m late, Mr. Renner. There was