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?”

She behaved 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

yes. You’re absolutely right, Aunt Fern. I’ll work

waste his time on this woman’s nonsense, and he

Mont. I toast to your health and

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

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

been holding back all this time, but now she stood up

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

as well, saying below her breath, “What are you doing? Sit

drama like mere spectators, their contempt

amount to anything in life at this

to fight back after someone else insulted him

What a worthless wretch!

expressions to some extent. The Renners were still his relatives and elders, so it was one thing

looked at his phone and then leaped to his feet excitedly.

put, could they? All of them stood up and headed out of the room, going

group, while Philip stood on the edges, chatting happily

“Are you alright?”

fed-up

shook his head and caressed Wynn’s smooth little face. “It’s fine, I’m used to it. I can deal with anything as long as you’re with

witnessed their little interaction, and her impression of

All that man has is a sweet tongue. No wonder he’s

threw her lot into the fray

slender straight legs and a pink coat over

not

man in 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, “Sorry I’m late, Mr. Renner.