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?”

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?

right, Aunt Fern.

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

Uncle Mont. I toast to your health and

up, held up his wine glass,

said. Philip is my husband, and even

time, but now she

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

yanked Wynn’s arm angrily as well, saying below her breath, “What are

the table watched the drama like mere spectators, their contempt

to anything in life at

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

What a worthless wretch!

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

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

not stay put, could they? All of them

the front of the group, while

“Are you alright?”

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

shook his head and caressed Wynn’s smooth little face. “It’s fine, I’m used to

little interaction, and her impression of

that man has is a sweet tongue.

into the fray

legs and a pink coat over her ample bosom. Philip decided not

men should not fault

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