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?”

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 your

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

to waste his time on this woman’s nonsense, and

Mont. I toast to your health and your

up his wine

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

but

she sniggered and said, “Sure. I won’t say anything if

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

the drama like mere spectators, their contempt showing on their

amount to anything in life

even dare to fight back after someone else insulted him

What a worthless wretch!

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 him,

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

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

stood at the front of the group, while Philip stood on the

“Are you alright?”

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

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

interaction, and her impression of Philip

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

the fray too, her words dripping with

to look at Cindi. She wore jeans over her slender straight legs and a

should not

and carrying a briefcase walked through the doors of Snowsea Ambrosia. He looked gentlemanly and