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?”

was much happier 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

absolutely right, Aunt Fern.

his time on this woman’s nonsense, and he had no patience for the way she lectured him as though

toast to your

Philip stood up, held up his wine glass,

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

but now she stood

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

as well, saying below her breath, “What are you doing?

table watched the drama like

going to amount to anything in life

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

What a worthless wretch!

Renners were still his relatives and elders, so it was one thing

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

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

of the group, while

“Are you alright?”

she was quite fed-up with all

fine, I’m used to it. I can deal with anything

interaction, and her impression of Philip

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

threw her lot into the fray too,

slender straight legs and a pink coat

men should not fault

doors of Snowsea Ambrosia. He looked gentlemanly and wore glasses, speaking