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? If a man doesn’t work harder, all he’ll get is

right,

waste his time on this woman’s nonsense, and he had no patience for the

Aunt Fern, Uncle Mont. I toast to your

up his wine glass,

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

this time, but now she stood up and declared her

said, “Sure. I won’t say anything if you insist on keeping such a

her breath, “What are you doing? Sit down! Why

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

was never going to amount to

dare to fight back after someone else insulted him so

What a worthless wretch!

and elders, so it was one thing for them to tell him off. What right

looked at his phone and then leaped to his feet

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

group, while Philip stood on

“Are you alright?”

asked worriedly. After all, she was quite fed-up

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

and her impression of Philip naturally

a sweet tongue. No wonder he’s been

fray too, her

his face slightly to look at Cindi. She wore jeans over her slender straight legs and a pink coat over her ample bosom. Philip decided not to hold it against

men should not fault

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