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

absolutely right, Aunt

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

I toast to your health

held up his wine glass,

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

time, but now

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

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

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

going to amount to anything in

dare to fight back after someone else insulted him so

What a worthless wretch!

and elders, so it was one thing for them to tell

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

could they? All of them stood up and headed out of

group, while Philip stood on the

“Are you alright?”

worriedly. After all, she was quite fed-up with all

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

little interaction, and her impression

good-for-nothing. All that man has is a sweet tongue. No

into the fray too, her words

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

carrying a briefcase walked through the doors of Snowsea Ambrosia. He looked gentlemanly and wore glasses, speaking formally as he said, “Sorry I’m