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?”

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

right,

woman’s nonsense, and he had no patience

Uncle Mont. I toast to

up his wine glass,

don’t agree with what you just said. Philip is my husband, and even if he doesn’t

but now she stood up

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

below her breath, “What are you doing? Sit down! Why defend that piece

people at the table watched the drama

amount to anything

back after someone else insulted him so badly. In the

What a worthless wretch!

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

phone and then leaped to his feet excitedly.

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

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

“Are you alright?”

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

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

and her impression

a sweet

into the fray too,

wore jeans over her slender straight legs and a

men should not

walked through the doors of Snowsea Ambrosia. He looked gentlemanly and wore glasses,