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?”

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

right,

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

Mont. I toast to your health and

Philip stood up, held up

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

all this time, but now she stood up

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

breath, “What are you doing? Sit down!

watched the drama

was never going to amount to anything

did not even dare 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

Mont looked at his phone and then leaped to his feet excitedly. “He’s here! Come

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

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

“Are you alright?”

quite fed-up with all these people humiliating

shook his head and caressed Wynn’s smooth little face. “It’s fine, I’m used to it. I

her impression of

All that man has is a sweet

fray

over her slender straight legs and a pink coat over her

should not

carrying a briefcase walked through the doors of Snowsea Ambrosia.