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’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

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

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

I toast to your health and

stood up, held up his wine

said. Philip is my husband, and even if he doesn’t make anything of himself, I’m still willing

back all this time, but now she stood up and declared her

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

Wynn’s arm angrily as well, saying below her breath, “What are you

the drama

amount to anything in life

back after someone else insulted him so badly. In the end, his wife had to

What a worthless wretch!

to some extent. The Renners were still his relatives 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

of them stood up and headed out of the room, going to the main hall

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

“Are you alright?”

she was quite fed-up with all these people

his head and caressed Wynn’s smooth little face. “It’s fine, I’m used to

and her impression of Philip naturally worsened

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

into the fray too,

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

not

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