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?”

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

yes. You’re absolutely right, Aunt Fern. I’ll work

his time on this woman’s nonsense, and he had

Aunt Fern, Uncle Mont. I toast to your health and your

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

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

time, but now she stood up and declared her thoughts

and said, “Sure. I won’t say

Wynn’s arm angrily as well, saying below her breath, “What are you doing? Sit down! Why defend

drama

never going to amount to anything in

after someone else insulted him so badly. In the

What a worthless wretch!

were still his relatives and elders, so it was one

his feet

host had spoken, the guests could not stay put, could they? All of them stood

group, while

“Are you alright?”

was quite fed-up with all these people humiliating her

used

interaction, and her

man has is a sweet tongue. No wonder

the fray too, her

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

men should not fault

a briefcase walked through the doors of Snowsea Ambrosia. He looked gentlemanly and wore glasses, speaking formally as