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?”

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

You’re absolutely right,

this woman’s nonsense, and he had no patience for the way

I toast to

Philip stood up, held up

is my husband, and even if he doesn’t make anything

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

said, “Sure. I won’t say anything if you insist on

angrily as well, saying below her breath, “What are you doing? Sit down! Why

people at the table watched the drama like mere spectators, their contempt

amount to anything in life

insulted him so badly.

What a worthless wretch!

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

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

could they? All of them stood up and headed out of the room, going to the

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

“Are you alright?”

fed-up with all

little face. “It’s fine, I’m used to it. I can deal with anything as long

and her

a sweet tongue. No wonder he’s

the fray too, her

her slender straight legs and a pink coat over her ample bosom. Philip decided not to

not

man in a black suit and carrying a briefcase walked through the doors of Snowsea Ambrosia. He looked gentlemanly and wore