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?”

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 an eventual divorce. If Wynn divorced you and you have nothing to show for yourself, what will

right,

He did not want to waste his time on this woman’s nonsense, and he had no patience for the way she lectured him as though

I toast to your health and your concern for

held up his

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

time, but now she stood up

so she sniggered and said, “Sure. I

saying below her breath, “What are you doing?

drama like mere

was never going to amount to anything in

fight back after someone else insulted him so badly. In the end, his wife had to stand up

What a worthless wretch!

and he could read their expressions to some extent. The Renners were still his relatives and elders, so it was one thing for

leaped to his feet excitedly. “He’s here! Come on, follow

All of them stood up and headed out

of the group, while Philip stood on the

“Are you alright?”

fed-up with all these people humiliating her husband

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

interaction, and her impression of

good-for-nothing. All that man has is a sweet tongue. No wonder he’s been poor

fray too, her words

wore jeans over her slender straight legs and

not

doors of Snowsea Ambrosia. He looked gentlemanly and wore glasses, speaking formally as he said, “Sorry