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?”

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

right,

He did not want to waste his time on this woman’s nonsense, and he had no patience for the way she lectured him as though she was his

to

up his wine glass, and

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

this time, but now she stood

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

below her breath, “What are you doing?

people at the table watched the drama like mere spectators, their

to amount to anything in life at

did not even dare to fight back after someone else insulted him

What a worthless wretch!

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

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

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

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

“Are you alright?”

fed-up with all these people humiliating her husband

face. “It’s fine, I’m used

witnessed their little interaction, and her impression of Philip naturally

man has is a sweet tongue. No wonder he’s

into the fray

Cindi. She wore jeans over her slender straight legs and a pink coat over her ample bosom.

not fault women like

then, a 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