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 earn every year? If a man doesn’t

right,

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

Fern, Uncle Mont. I toast to your health and

up, held up

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

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

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

“What are you doing? Sit down!

drama like mere spectators, their

to amount to anything in

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

What a worthless wretch!

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

his phone and then leaped to his feet excitedly. “He’s here! Come on,

put, could they? All of them stood up and headed

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

“Are you alright?”

quite fed-up with all these people

used to it.

her impression of Philip

sweet tongue. No wonder he’s been poor

the fray too, her words dripping

slightly to look at Cindi. She wore jeans over her slender straight legs and a pink coat

men should not fault

and carrying a briefcase walked through the doors of Snowsea Ambrosia. He looked gentlemanly