The first heir novel (Master Yu Who Smokes) novel Chapter 12

Watching everyone causing a commotion, Wynn felt like she was sitting on needles. Although she did not know what Philip had prepared, he had told her that it was a painting.

Philip was not a complete idiot, so he had brought the painting that Russell had given him. But sadly, Wynn did not know. She only thought that Philip had simply bought a random decorative painting. Now that Aiden had brought out his famous Chinese painting and received great comments from everyone, the painting in Philip’s hand paled compared to a treasure like that. He would be humiliating himself if he took it out.

“It’s just a gift. There’s nothing to see.” Wynn chirped in for Philip before shooting him a vicious look. If he humiliated himself in front of everyone today, she would hate him forever! She would never be able to lift her head up again in front of Aiden.

“Sis, you’re just rude now. We can’t ignore Cousin Brother-in-law’s regards,” Lynn giggled as she said. She then walked over and snatched the long gift box from under the table that Philip had kept hidden.

“Hey, it’s also a long gift box. Could it be a painting as well?” Lynn deliberately dragged her tone as she filled it with sarcasm.

Philip did not know what to say, so he just kept quiet.

“You didn’t buy this from a two-dollar shop, did you?”Lynn shook the gift box and taunted.

“I bought it from an antique market,” said Philip.

As soon as he said that, the people in the room glanced oddly at Philip. An antique market? How shameful! They were looking at Philip with laughter in their eyes.

Charles, however, relaxed a bit, changing his views on Philip. This son-in-law at least knew of his hobbies, so it was already good enough. But that was all. Compared to the treasure that Aiden had gifted him earlier, something from an antique market was not worth mentioning.

“Hahaha! How amusing! Did you buy this from an antique market? Aren’t you just being disrespectful to Uncle?” Lynn mocked. “I’ve heard that goods from an antique market are all counterfeits, and most of them are just dirty.”

This term ‘dirty’ struck a nerve. Charles’s expression immediately fell dark. He could understand the usage of that word in the inner circle. It was true that a lot of goods from the antique market were ‘dirty’. If one was not careful when buying, it would bring about misfortune. Charles then snorted while the positive view he had for Philip earlier disappeared.