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 work harder, all he’ll get is an eventual divorce. If Wynn divorced you and you have nothing to show for

absolutely right, Aunt Fern. I’ll work

woman’s nonsense, and he had no

to your health and your concern for

up, held up his wine glass,

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

this time, but now she stood up and declared

course, so she sniggered and said, “Sure. I won’t say

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

the drama like mere spectators, their contempt showing

never going to amount to anything in

dare to fight back after someone else insulted him so badly. In the

What a worthless wretch!

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

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

the host had spoken, the guests could not stay put, could they? All of

while Philip stood on the edges, chatting happily with

“Are you alright?”

she was quite fed-up with all these people

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

little interaction, and her impression of Philip naturally worsened

that man has is a sweet

her lot into the fray too, her words dripping with

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

men should not fault women

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. There