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.

absolutely right, Aunt Fern. I’ll work

nonsense, and he had no patience for the way she lectured him

toast to your

that, Philip stood up, held up his

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

this time, but now

sniggered and said, “Sure. I won’t say anything if

her breath, “What are you doing? Sit down! Why defend that piece of

table watched the drama

to anything in

him so badly. In the end, his

What a worthless wretch!

still his relatives and elders, so it was one thing for

his phone and then leaped to his feet excitedly. “He’s here! Come on, follow

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

the front of the group, while Philip stood on the edges, chatting happily with

“Are you alright?”

fed-up with

fine, I’m used to it.

their little interaction, and her impression of

a sweet tongue. No wonder

into the fray too, her words dripping with

to look at Cindi. She wore jeans over her slender straight legs and a pink

men should not fault women

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