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?”

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 yourself, what will you do for the rest of your

right, Aunt Fern. I’ll work

nodded decisively. He did not want to waste his time on this woman’s nonsense, and he

I toast to

that, Philip stood up, held up his

husband, and

time, but now she stood up

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

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

table watched the drama

to amount to

him

What a worthless wretch!

some extent. The Renners were still his relatives and elders, so it was one thing for them to tell him off. What

his feet excitedly. “He’s here! Come on, follow me and let’s go

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

stood at the front of the group, while Philip

“Are you alright?”

quite fed-up with all these people humiliating

used to it. I can deal

witnessed their little interaction, and her

man has is a sweet

threw her lot into the fray too, her

straight legs and a pink coat over her ample bosom. Philip decided not to hold it against

men should not fault

the doors of Snowsea Ambrosia. He looked