Chapter 5 To learn how to serve men

Right when I was hesitating, the group of friends accompanying Matthew began to complain. Out of options, I mustered up the courage and entered the VIP room, carrying the tray of drinks.

After placing the wine bottle on the table, I hastily left the room.

At this moment, Matthew still hadn't noticed me.

However, as soon as I turned around, my wrist was grabbed by a man who said, "As a server, you should pour wine for the guests. Do you know the rules?"

I awkwardly poured the wine, lowering my head as if wanting to hide in my chest.

Just then, I heard the man say, "Matthew, tomorrow is Jazzie's birthday. Should we organize a lavish party?"

Another person added, "Of course, after all the years of suffering, Jazzie deserves a luxurious celebration."

"It's pitiful for the little princess," Matthew said, leaning his wine glass against the bar counter, a smile playing on his lips.

"Organizing a party is not enough, I want to give her a surprise."

His voice was incredibly gentle, and my hand trembled slightly, my heart clenching painfully.

He couldn't remember his wealthy wife's birthday after four years, but he remembered the birthday of the girl who had abandoned him to chase after a wealthy boy.

I used to think that men didn't care about such trivial matters, and with a busy everyday life, forgetting wasn't a big deal. But it turns out that he just didn't remember her birthday.

Reflecting on it, it's truly bitter.

Thump.

Suddenly, my rear was smacked, causing me to startle and spill the wine on the table.

"Do you even know how to pour wine?"

The man yelled loudly.

Matthew looked over and saw the disappointment on my face. His eyes darkened, filled with a coldness that sent shivers down my spine.

"I... I didn't mean to, it was him... him..." I couldn't bring myself to utter the incident of being smacked, stumbling over my words, my face flushed with embarrassment.

"What about him? Huh, Today I am happy, so I don't compare myself to lowly women like you. Just focus on serving me, and I'll forgive you," he said, cutting me off. With that, he pulled me into his arms, and I struggled to push him away, unintentionally scratching his face in the process.

The people nearby burst into laughter. "Ha ha, Albert, a woman scratched your face. Pathetic," they mocked.

Hearing their derisive laughter, Albert's face turned gray. He angrily stood up, twisted, and shouted, "You bitch, dare you scratch me?"

I was just a weak girl, trembling in the face of Albert's intimidating demeanor. I stepped back in fear and stammered, "I... I'm sorry."

"What's the use of an apology? Call the manager here! If things aren't clarified today, I'll shut down this bar!" he bellowed.

I looked helplessly at Matthew, not wanting to seek his help, but simply seeking a familiar place to lean on. However, he looked at me with indifference, even calmly sipping his wine, waiting to see the drama unfold.

I pursed my lips, hesitated, and finally spoke, "I... I'll compensate you."

"Ha ha..." Another round of laughter erupted as if mocking my helplessness. Albert approached and disdainfully slapped my face, saying, "Can you compensate me? Is the price of one night with you enough? Today, I'll show you the consequences of crossing me."

The bar manager quickly rushed in, seeing the spilled wine all over the floor and the scratch on Albert's face. He immediately realized that the current situation was very bad.

The manager stooped and tried to appease the situation, saying, "This girl is new here and may not understand the rules. I hope you guys can be understanding."

Still seething from the scratched face, Albert retorted, "No forgiveness! This little girl poured wine on me and even scratched me. Today, no matter what, you must resolve this to my satisfaction. If not, this bar will be closed tomorrow."

The manager trembled with fear at the statement.

Crack!

He raised his hand and slapped me across the face, leaving the imprint of his fingers on my cheek. Matthew furrowed his brow but quickly averted his gaze, pretending it had nothing to do with him. On the other side, the manager shouted, "You idiot, what did you do? Get down on your knees and apologize to Mr. Albert!"

I clenched my teeth, not making a sound despite the pain, but I refused to kneel as the manager demanded. I hadn't done anything wrong, so why should I kneel?

The manager, seeing that I didn't comply, scolded, "Don't forget, your mother already borrowed several months' worth of salary from the bar owner. If you lose customers, then sell yourself to repay the debt to me."

I tightly squeezed my hand, as the words "sell yourself to repay the debt" stabbed at my heart, filling me with shame.

Perhaps Matthew was mocking me, too. In his eyes, I was the one separating him from Jazzie. Seeing me suffer would bring him joy.

I bit my lip, suppressing the physical pain and overwhelming emotions. I didn't want to cry in front of my ex-husband.

"You wretched soul, how dare you..."

"Hold on a moment!" The manager attempted to slap me again but was stopped by Albert. He grabbed my chin and chuckled, "You've been stealing glances at Mr. Matthew, haven't you? Hoping to climb onto his bed?"

I immediately denied it, "No!"

"Ha, look at how stubborn she is. Just a wild chicken trying to become a phoenix."

"Wake up, little girl. A lowly thing like you isn't even worthy of licking Mr. Matthew's feet."

Hearing their mocking words, I wanted to scream in their faces that I had been Matthew's wife for four years, but he bluntly denied me, leaving me even more helpless. So I could only stand there, trembling uncontrollably.

Albert tilted his head and looked at Matthew, saying, "Mr. Matthew, even though this girl dreams big, wouldn't it be fine for her to serve our brothers?"

Matthew leaned against the bar counter, casually sipping his drink. He replied, "She's as stubborn as a block of wood, inflexible like a statue."

Albert clicked his tongue and retorted, "Well then, let's teach her how to serve men."

Matthew nodded, a hint of interest in his expression. "Alright, why don't you give it a try?"

Hearing him say that, my eyes widened in shock. How did he see me now? Like a prostitute?

Before I could react, Albert pulled me down to sit amidst the men and snapped his fingers, saying, "Bring one of the girls here to show this girl what it means to serve drinks."

The manager hurriedly went to call a waitress to the VIP room. As soon as she entered, she swayed her hips and sat on Albert's lap, then bent over, using her mouth to take a sip from his glass and tilting her head back to finish the drink. This action revealed her ample bosom in the air, and cheers erupted immediately.

Next, the waitress sensually moved on Albert's thigh, shaking her breasts back and forth, and finally, she leaned in, pressing her mouth against his, transferring the wine from her mouth to his.