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?”

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

You’re absolutely right, Aunt Fern. I’ll work

want to waste his time on this woman’s nonsense, and he had no patience for the way she lectured him as though she was

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

held up his

you just said. Philip is my husband, and even if he

this time, but now she stood

and said, “Sure. I won’t say anything if you insist on keeping

breath, “What are you doing?

watched the drama like mere

to anything in life

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

What a worthless wretch!

elders, so it was one thing for them to

his feet excitedly. “He’s here! Come

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

the front of the group, while

“Are you alright?”

was quite fed-up with all these

used to it. I can

her impression of Philip naturally

that man has is a sweet tongue. No wonder he’s been poor

lot into the fray

Cindi. She wore jeans over her slender straight legs and a pink coat over her ample bosom. Philip decided

men should not fault women

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