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?”

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

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

nonsense, and he had

Fern, Uncle Mont. I toast to your

up, held up his wine glass, and drained

Fern. I don’t agree with what you just said. Philip is my husband, and even if he doesn’t make anything of himself, I’m still

holding back all this time, but now

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

“What are you doing?

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

was never going to amount to anything in life at this

not even dare to fight back after someone else insulted him so badly. In the end,

What a worthless wretch!

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

his phone and then leaped to his feet excitedly. “He’s here!

not stay put, could they? All of them stood up

the front of the group, while Philip

“Are you alright?”

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

smooth little face. “It’s fine, I’m used to it. I can deal with anything as

and her impression of Philip naturally

a sweet tongue.

the fray too, her words

slender straight legs and a pink coat over her ample bosom.

men should not fault

of Snowsea Ambrosia. He looked gentlemanly and wore glasses, speaking formally as he