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?”

a small company. How much can she earn every year? If a man doesn’t

yes. You’re absolutely right, Aunt Fern.

want to waste his time on this woman’s nonsense, and he had no patience for the way she lectured him

toast to your health and your concern

that, Philip stood up, held up his wine glass, and

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

all this time, but now she

so she sniggered and said, “Sure. I won’t say anything if you insist on keeping

“What

the drama like mere spectators, their contempt showing

amount to anything in life at this

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

What a worthless wretch!

was no fool, and he could 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.

his feet

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

stood at the front of the group, while

“Are you alright?”

she was quite fed-up with all these people

I’m used

little interaction, and her impression of Philip

a sweet tongue. No wonder he’s been poor all his

the fray too, her words dripping

legs and

men should not

black suit and carrying a briefcase walked through the doors of Snowsea Ambrosia. He looked gentlemanly and wore glasses, speaking formally as he said, “Sorry I’m late, Mr. Renner. There was