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?”

“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

absolutely right, Aunt

and he had

I toast to your

stood up, held up his wine glass, and drained

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

but now she stood up and

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

her breath, “What are you doing? Sit down! Why defend that piece

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

amount to anything in

even dare to fight back after someone else insulted him so badly. In the end, his wife had to stand up

What a worthless wretch!

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

looked at his phone and then leaped to his feet

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

stood at the front of the group, while Philip stood

“Are you alright?”

all, she was quite fed-up with all these people humiliating her husband

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

interaction, and her impression of

has is a sweet tongue. No wonder

fray too,

jeans over her slender straight legs and a pink coat over her ample

should not fault women like

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