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?”

How much can she earn every year? If a man doesn’t work harder, all he’ll get is

right, Aunt

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

I toast to your health and your concern for

that, Philip stood up, held up his wine

agree with what you just said. Philip is my husband, and even if he

holding back all this time, but now she stood up

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

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

drama like mere

never going to amount to anything in life at this

him so badly. In the end, his wife had to stand up

What a worthless wretch!

were still his relatives and elders, so it was one thing for them to tell him off.

his feet excitedly. “He’s here!

they? All of them stood

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

“Are you alright?”

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

shook his head and caressed Wynn’s smooth little face. “It’s fine, I’m used to it. I can deal with anything as long as

little interaction, and her impression of

good-for-nothing. All that man has is a sweet tongue. No wonder he’s

into the fray too,

slightly to look at Cindi. She wore jeans over her slender straight legs and a pink coat over her ample bosom. Philip decided not to

should not fault women like

through the doors of Snowsea Ambrosia. He looked gentlemanly