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?”

she earn every year? If a man doesn’t work harder, all he’ll get is an eventual divorce. If Wynn divorced you and you have nothing to show for yourself, what will you do for the rest

absolutely right, Aunt

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

Aunt Fern, Uncle Mont. I toast to your health and your concern

that, Philip stood up, held up

agree with what you just said. Philip is my husband, and even if he doesn’t make anything of himself, I’m still willing to take care of

time, but now she stood up and declared her

said, “Sure. I won’t say anything if

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

the table watched the drama like

never going to amount to anything in

dare to fight back after someone else insulted him so

What a worthless wretch!

relatives and elders, so it was

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

of them stood up and headed out of the

of the group, while

“Are you alright?”

asked worriedly. After all, she was quite fed-up with all these people humiliating

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

witnessed their little interaction, and her impression

a sweet

threw her lot into the fray

face slightly to look at Cindi. She wore jeans over her slender straight legs and a

men should not

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