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?”

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 divorced you

absolutely right, Aunt Fern. I’ll work

this woman’s nonsense, and he had no

Mont. I toast to your health and

up, held up his wine glass,

is my husband, and even if

time, but now she stood up and declared

“Sure. I won’t say

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

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

was never going to amount to anything

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

What a worthless wretch!

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

then leaped to his feet

the host had spoken, the guests could not stay put, could they? All of

while

“Are you alright?”

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 can deal with anything as long as you’re with

little interaction, and her impression of Philip naturally

is a sweet tongue.

threw her lot into the fray too, her words dripping

slender straight legs and a pink coat over her

men should not fault

a man in a black suit and carrying a briefcase walked through the doors of Snowsea Ambrosia. He looked gentlemanly and wore