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

yes. You’re absolutely right, Aunt Fern.

this woman’s nonsense, and he had no patience for the way she

toast to your

that, Philip stood up, held up his wine glass, and drained

just said. Philip is my husband, and even if he doesn’t make anything of himself,

all this time, but

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

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

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

never going to amount to

someone else insulted him so badly. In the end, his wife

What a worthless wretch!

extent. The Renners were still his relatives and elders, so it was one thing for

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

of them stood up and

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

“Are you alright?”

she was quite fed-up with all these

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

interaction, and her

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

the fray too, her words dripping

wore jeans over her slender straight legs and a pink coat over her ample bosom. Philip decided not to hold it

men should not fault

doors of Snowsea Ambrosia. He looked gentlemanly and