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?”

How much can she earn every year? If

You’re absolutely right, Aunt Fern.

to waste his time on this woman’s nonsense, and he had no patience for the way she

Fern, Uncle Mont. I toast to

up, held up his

I don’t agree with what you just said. Philip is my husband, and even

been holding back all this time, but now she stood

“Sure. I won’t

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

table watched the drama like mere spectators, their

going to amount to anything in life at this

fight back after someone else insulted him so badly. In the end, his

What a worthless wretch!

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

leaped to his feet excitedly. “He’s

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

front of the group, while Philip stood on

“Are you alright?”

she was quite fed-up with all these

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

her impression

man has is a sweet tongue. No wonder he’s been poor all his

threw her lot into the fray too, her words dripping with

legs and a pink coat over her ample bosom.

should not fault women like

suit and carrying a briefcase walked through the doors of Snowsea Ambrosia. He looked gentlemanly and wore glasses, speaking formally as he said, “Sorry