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?”

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

You’re absolutely right, Aunt

this woman’s nonsense, and he had no patience for

toast to

Philip stood up, held up his wine glass,

what you just said. Philip is my husband, and even if he

holding back all this time, but now she stood

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

angrily as well, saying below her breath, “What are you doing? Sit down! Why defend that piece

watched the drama like mere spectators, their contempt showing on

amount to anything in life at

after someone else insulted him so badly. In the end, his wife had

What a worthless wretch!

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

to his feet excitedly. “He’s here! Come on, follow me and let’s go

of them stood up and headed out of the room, going to

the group, while Philip stood on the edges, chatting happily with

“Are you alright?”

asked worriedly. After all, she was quite fed-up

face. “It’s fine, I’m used to it. I can deal with anything as long

their little interaction, and her impression of Philip naturally worsened

All that man has is a sweet tongue. No wonder

lot into the fray too,

over her slender straight legs

men should not fault

Snowsea Ambrosia. He looked gentlemanly and wore glasses, speaking formally as he said, “Sorry I’m late,