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?”

like an elder, teaching Philip an unsolicited lesson. “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 harder, all he’ll get is an eventual divorce. If Wynn divorced you and you have

absolutely right, Aunt Fern. I’ll work

nonsense, and he

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

held up his

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

back all this time, but now she stood

of course, so she sniggered and said, “Sure. I won’t say anything if you insist on keeping such

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

at the table watched the drama like mere spectators,

to amount to anything

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!

extent. The Renners were still his relatives and elders, so it was one thing for them to tell him off.

looked at his phone and then leaped to his feet excitedly. “He’s here! Come on, follow me and let’s

could they? All of them stood up and headed out of the room, going to the

stood at the front of the group, while Philip stood

“Are you alright?”

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

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

little interaction, and her impression of Philip naturally worsened

has is a sweet tongue. No

lot into the fray

to look at Cindi. She wore jeans over her slender straight legs and a pink coat over her ample bosom. Philip decided not to

not fault women like

Ambrosia. He looked gentlemanly and wore glasses, speaking formally as he said, “Sorry I’m