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?”

now. She behaved like an elder, teaching Philip an 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 work harder, all he’ll get is an eventual divorce. If Wynn divorced you and you have nothing to show for yourself, what will you do for

right, Aunt Fern.

nonsense, and he had no

Fern, Uncle Mont. I toast to

Philip stood up, held up his wine glass, and drained

is my husband, and even if he doesn’t make anything

time, but now she stood up and

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

her breath, “What are you doing? Sit down! Why defend that piece

the table watched the drama like mere

was never going to amount to

after someone else insulted him so

What a worthless wretch!

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

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

could not stay put, could they? All of them stood up and headed out of the room, going to the main

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

“Are you alright?”

worriedly. After all, she was quite fed-up with all these people humiliating her husband

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

witnessed their little interaction, and her impression

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

into the fray

legs and a pink coat over her ample bosom. Philip decided not

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,