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 behaved 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 nothing to show for yourself, what will you do for the rest of

You’re absolutely right, Aunt

on this woman’s nonsense, and

toast to

Philip stood up, held up his wine glass, and

and even if

this time, but now she stood up and declared

I won’t say anything if you

saying below her breath, “What are you

at the table watched the drama like mere

to amount to anything in life at this

did not even dare to fight back after someone else insulted him so badly. In

What a worthless wretch!

was no fool, and he could read their expressions to some extent. The Renners were still his relatives and elders, so it was one thing for them to tell him off. What right did these strangers have to look down on

phone and then leaped to his feet excitedly.

had spoken, the guests could not stay put, could they? All of them stood up and headed out of

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

“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

her impression of Philip naturally worsened

has is a sweet tongue. No wonder

threw her lot into the fray too, her words dripping with

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

not fault

briefcase walked through the doors of Snowsea Ambrosia. He