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?”

some chairwoman now, she’s only the leader of a small company. How much can she earn every year? If a

You’re absolutely right, Aunt Fern.

on this woman’s nonsense, and

toast to your

held up his wine glass, and drained

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

holding back all this time, but now she

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

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

people at the table watched the drama like mere

was never going to amount to anything in

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

What a worthless wretch!

his relatives and elders, so

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

they? All of them stood up

stood at the front of the group, while Philip stood

“Are you alright?”

fed-up with all these

I’m used to it. I can deal with

interaction, and her impression of

good-for-nothing. All that man has is a sweet tongue. No wonder he’s been poor all

into the fray

wore jeans over her slender straight legs and a pink coat over

should not fault women

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,