A respectable young woman was turned into a slut.

To raise money for my father's broken leg surgery, I met Zhang Wen, a beautiful yet aloof woman…

I was eighteen that year. Initially, I was hesitant because I knew a little about Zhang Wen's situation; she was eight years older than me and the daughter of Zhang Wangcai, the village landlord.

I remember Zhang Wen was quite plump, with freckles all over her face. I was poor and incompetent, but I had thought about finding someone I liked.

However, looking at my father lying in the hospital, I gritted my teeth, my heart filled with sorrow, and agreed. I sold my life's most important matter to raise money for my father's medical expenses.

In the countryside, there weren't many rules, and since I was marrying into the family, there wasn't much preparation required.

The courtyard was already filled with tables, and many relatives and neighbors were sitting there, all looking me over and praising Zhang Wangcai for his good fortune in finding such a tall and strong son-in-law, someone who would surely be a good worker.

Zhang Wangcai, holding his pipe, smiled happily, revealing a set of yellowed teeth, and greeted me, "Jiang Hua, Wenwen has arrived. Why don't you young people chat for a bit?"

I shook my head and refused, saying, "No need, I'll stay outside!"

I didn't want to see Zhang Wen's face; I was afraid I would change my mind. I turned and ran away. Thinking to myself, "Only when I'm drunk, the lights are off, and I can't see anything will I be able to get over this mental hurdle!"

Just then, a man drinking next to me suddenly looked at me mysteriously and chuckled, "Jiang Hua, you're a lucky man!"

I replied somewhat irritably, "Fat and ugly, almost like a tigress, what's so lucky about that?"

The man smiled knowingly and said, "That was when you were a kid. Haven't you heard of how a girl changes a lot as she grows up? Now Zhang Wen is so beautiful, and she even drives back in a car. Tsk tsk, I really envy you, kid, you've got both money and beauty!"

I paused for a moment, then noticed a red Hyundai Elantra parked under the locust tree in the courtyard. Although it wasn't an expensive car, it was still quite enviable in our small village.

I started to feel a little suspicious. Zhang Wen being able to drive back meant she was doing quite well outside. How could she agree to marry me and her father's request?

Aside from being a bit tall, my family is dirt poor. What does she see in me?

The man continued, "I ran into her once when I was working in the provincial capital. Hehe, guess where she works?"

Seeing the man's expression, I felt a surge of disgust and impatiently said, "How should I know?"

The man patted my shoulder meaningfully, raised his eyebrows, and smiled, "You'll know when you're doing it. Your skills are definitely top-notch!"

I froze, my heart sinking. Even a fool would understand his meaning.

I slammed my hand on the table, feeling incredibly conflicted. No wonder Zhang Wangcai, knowing his daughter was beautiful, still paid extra to marry me.

Zhang Wangcai, thinking I was drunk, rushed over to help me, saying we should go inside and rest, and eat two red eggs with Zhang Wen so we could have a healthy baby boy soon.

I was practically pushed into the bridal chamber by Zhang Wangcai. The floor was tiled; in our village, it was considered a "mansion."

A woman in a red cheongsam sat on the bed, her head veiled.

She was undeniably beautiful.

But the thought of her profession made me feel a chill run down my spine.

Just then, a cold voice rang out: "My dad's gone?"

Zhang Wen's arrogant tone fueled my resentment. I frowned and said, "Yes!"

"Judging from your tone, you seem somewhat unhappy?" Zhang Wen casually pulled off the red veil, revealing a beautiful, alluring oval face.

High nose, delicate eyebrows, but those beautiful, cold eyes made me feel uneasy, as if I owed her a fortune.

I nodded, feeling aggrieved, and said, "Yes, we're from completely different worlds. If my dad hadn't broken his leg, I wouldn't have become your son-in-law!"

Zhang Wen raised an eyebrow and said coldly, "If my dad hadn't threatened to kill himself, do you think I would have even looked at you?"

Zhang Wen's face, coupled with her arrogant tone, instantly wounded my fragile self-esteem. I said somewhat agitatedly, "I know I'm poor, but so what if I'm poor? I earn my own living!"

Zhang Wen narrowed her eyes slightly, glanced at me coldly, and scoffed, "Who doesn't earn their own living?"

Just as I was about to get angry and say something sarcastic to Zhang Wen, several figures appeared outside the window, huddled together timidly.

We have a custom of eavesdropping here; the louder the noise during the wedding night, the more powerful the man is, and the higher his status in the family and village.

Zhang Wen glanced indifferently out the window, took a blue pill from her elegant bag, and handed it to me: "Take this!"

Looking at the blue pill, I felt incredibly ashamed and angry. What did Zhang Wen take me for?

Zhang Wen's beautiful eyes flickered, and she said coldly, "Eat it or not. If you don't, get out of here right now!"

I knew that if things between Zhang Wen and me fell apart, Zhang Wangcai would definitely demand the return of the 20,000 yuan dowry. That money had mostly gone to my father's medical treatment, and we simply couldn't afford it.

I reluctantly took the pill and swallowed it without even drinking any water.

"Do two hundred push-ups first!" Zhang Wen said coldly.

I really wanted to slam the door and leave immediately. What on earth was Zhang Wen up to? Giving me a pill and then making me do push-ups—what was she thinking?

I felt that Zhang Wen must be mentally ill to deliberately torture a normal man like me like this.

But then I noticed a strange phenomenon: I didn't have the reaction a man should have.

Zhang Wen glared at me impatiently: "Don't stand there like a block of wood. If you don't want to come up, get out right now!"

I suppressed my doubts and, to avoid a falling out with Zhang Wen, obediently started doing push-ups.

After two hundred push-ups, I was drenched in sweat and collapsed to the side, pulling the covers over my head and falling asleep.

When I woke up the next morning, I was alone in the room. As I got dressed and went outside, Zhang Wangcai looked at me with satisfaction and smiled, "Jiang Hua, you worked hard last night. Here, have some chicken soup to replenish your energy!"

I felt both embarrassed and helpless, and sat down at the table to eat, but Zhang Wen was nowhere to be seen. Subconsciously, I asked, "Uncle Zhang, where's... Wenwen?"

Zhang Wangcai, puffing on his pipe, chuckled and said, "She went to pay respects at her mother's grave. Wenwen has had a hard life; she lost her mother when she was three. I raised her myself. By the way, you should call me 'Dad' now!"

I awkwardly called him "Dad," which made Zhang Wangcai grin from ear to ear. He told me to eat more, saying I needed the strength to carry on the Zhang family line.

After breakfast, I felt uneasy, feeling no sense of belonging to this family. My daughter was a psychologically disturbed pervert, and my father had used me as a breeding pig to carry on the family line. Feeling

somewhat dejected, I walked out of the yard, intending to wander around aimlessly, when I saw Zhang Wen returning from the path.

She had changed out of her cheongsam and was wearing a white casual shirt, looking mature and beautiful.

If I hadn't been humiliated by her the night before, I might have fallen for this somewhat aloof woman.

Zhang Wen also saw me, giving me a dismissive glance as if I were a stranger on the street. Her rosy lips moved slightly as she asked, "What are you planning to do now?"

I didn't quite understand Zhang Wen's meaning and subconsciously asked, "What do you mean, 'what about the future'?"

Zhang Wen snorted impatiently, crossing her arms over her chest, making her fair skin even more alluring. She said coldly, "Are you going to stay home and farm, or come with me to the provincial capital to find work?"

I was only now beginning to realize that we were legally husband and wife, and would be living together from now on. But remembering my education level, I said dejectedly, "I used to work as a security guard in a small bar!"

"Useless!" Zhang Wen coldly spat out two words, making me blush with embarrassment. I looked at her stammeringly, not knowing what to say.

Zhang Wen's contempt deepened, and she said in a condescending tone, "How about this, you stay home tonight, and I'll drive back to the provincial capital tomorrow. If you're willing to come with me, I'll find you a job. If you want to stay home and farm, I'll send you five hundred yuan a month for living expenses!"

Although I was born and raised in the countryside, I also longed for the bustling life of a big city. Who would want to be stuck farming in a small mountain village?

Looking at Zhang Wen's cold face, I sighed inwardly and replied softly, "I'll go to the provincial capital with you!"

Zhang Wen glanced at me leisurely, looking confident: "Alright, let's make three rules. First, we can live together, but you can't touch me. Second, you're still young and can't get a marriage certificate. After two years, you'll find a reason to leave the Zhang family. Third, you're not allowed to interfere in my personal affairs. Can you do that?"

I thought about it for a moment. This wasn't a bad deal; it was just pretending to be Zhang Wen's wife for two years. When I regained my freedom, I could find a girlfriend I liked.

I nodded, agreeing: "Then... what if your father asks me to repay the bride price?"

Although I could earn money during these two years, I still felt a little unbalanced about wasting two years of my youth on Zhang Wen.

Zhang Wen gave a light snort and said, "It's on me then."

After agreeing with Zhang Wen, I went back to visit my father, tidied up the house, and returned to the Zhang family.

That evening, after dinner, Zhang Wen, wearing a thin nightgown, leaned against the headboard playing on her phone.

But Zhang Wen wouldn't let me touch her at all. Feeling disappointed, I looked at her and said, "Turn off the light, go to sleep!"

Zhang Wen glanced at me, and when she saw me, she snorted and said, "There's medicine on the bedside table, take it yourself!"

I shook my head and refused, saying, "I won't take the medicine, and I won't touch you, don't worry!"

Zhang Wen raised her thin eyebrows and said, "You have to take it, whether you like it or not. This is the last time I'm warning you. If you take that medicine, you'll behave!"

I immediately realized what she meant, and a surge of anger rose within me. I felt like I'd been tricked!

Now I was really angry, turning my face away and ignoring her.

"Disgusting!" Zhang Wen snorted, put down her phone, and prepared to sleep as well.

Just then, Zhang Wangcai's cough suddenly sounded outside the window. Zhang Wen's face flushed instantly, and she glanced at me with a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance: "Climb up and do push-ups!"

I felt like I'd been struck by lightning. Was Zhang Wangcai's cough a reminder that it was time for us to get down to business?

Zhang Wen looked out the window, then glared at me fiercely: "Then forget about your medicine, hurry up!"

No medicine?

My heart skipped a beat. Looking at Zhang Wen's pretty face, I swallowed hard...

Suddenly, Zhang Wen's face turned icy cold as she stared intently at me: "What are you doing? Who told you to touch me!"

I was bewildered and embarrassed, meeting Zhang Wen's cold gaze. The boiling heat in my blood gradually cooled. I threw off the covers and collapsed to the side, feeling incredibly aggrieved.

Zhang Wen immediately got out of bed, without even putting on slippers, and ran into the bathroom, vomiting violently.

My face burned, more ashamed and angry than if I'd been slapped in public.

I'm fairly tall and have decent features, but out of instinct, I accidentally touched Zhang Wen, and she vomited.

How much did she despise me?

Was I really that unworthy of her?

A wave of resentment and heartache washed over me, and I turned to look out the window. I thought to myself, I'll never do push-ups again; it's just humiliating.

Then, Zhang Wen's cold voice rang out behind me again: "Sleep on the floor!"

I was furious. I sat up abruptly, yelling, "Why? Why should I sleep on the floor!"

But when I saw Zhang Wen's red eyes, all my anger vanished. She was crying in the bathroom.

Perhaps she felt wronged too. Sharing a bed with a man she didn't love.

I hung my head dejectedly, like a punctured balloon, grabbed my pillow, got out of bed, and curled up in a corner on the floor.

I was filled with conflicting emotions and confusion. Didn't Zhang Wen work in that kind of place?

Why was she so averse to men? Was I really not even as good as a customer who paid for a laugh?

Was being poor so shameful, so despised?

I wiped away a bitter tear, feeling deeply distressed. I tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep.

The next morning, Zhang Wen took a wad of cash from her bag, threw it on the bed, and said, "I'll wait for you at the village entrance in half an hour. This money is for your father!"

I stared blankly at the cash, a wave of sorrow washing over me. Was this the price I paid for swallowing my pride?

In Zhang Wen's eyes, was I just a commodity, a merchandise, something that could be measured in money?

But then I thought about how I was going to the provincial capital, not knowing when I'd be back, and how my father was alone at home, his health failing, and he would definitely need money.

Forcing back my bitterness, I clutched the money in my hand, slumped my shoulders, and left Zhang's house.

Back in the yard, my father, leaning on his cane, was feeding the chicks corn. Seeing me return, he happily asked, "Hua'er, where's Wenwen?"

Not wanting my father to know the truth, I forced a smile: "She's a little shy, waiting for me at the village entrance. We're going to the provincial capital soon!"

My father nodded understandingly, a smile spreading across his face: "That's good. In a few months, when Wenwen is pregnant and the chicks have grown up, we'll kill one a day to give her a good boost. She'll definitely give our Jiang family a big, healthy son!"

My nose tingled... A sore throat rose in my cheeks. I walked up to my father and gently put my arm around his thin shoulders. "Dad, I might not be back until the end of the year. Don't do any heavy work. I'll send you money every month!"

I put the wad of money Zhang Wen had given me into my father's pocket. Suddenly, he grabbed my wrist, frowned, and scolded me, "Hua'er, what are you doing? I'm an old man, I don't need much money. You're a grown man, keep it for yourself!"

My cheeks stung. In my father's heart, I was a tall, sensible son. But in the Zhang family, I was just a tool for continuing the family line.

In Zhang Wen's heart, I was an outsider, someone she could humiliate and scold at will, like a cheap commodity.

My father stood up and patted my shoulder earnestly, "Hua'er, go on. Your old man is in good health, don't keep Wenwen waiting!"

"Dad..." My heartbroken tears finally found an outlet and rolled down my cheeks.

I secretly vowed that I would definitely earn money and bring back a gentle, virtuous wife for the Jiang family.

My father's weathered face was filled with doting affection: "Hua'er, treat your wife well. I'll plant rice and raise chickens for you. Come back with Wenwen at the end of the year to eat!"

I didn't want my father to suspect anything and worry about me. Due to limited space, follow the WeChat public account [唯漫文学] and reply with the number 511 to continue reading the exciting story! I forced back the bitterness in my heart: "Dad, then I'm leaving!"

When I arrived at the village entrance, Zhang Wen was leaning against the red car. Her graceful figure was exceptionally beautiful in the sunlight. Her

slender fingers held a cigarette, and the wisps of smoke added a touch of mystery to her.

I glanced at Zhang Wen with some disgust because, deep down, I am a traditional man, and I always find women who smoke frivolous.

However, Zhang Wen didn't exude any air of worldliness; instead, she possessed an inner aloofness and nobility.

Zhang Wen glanced at me indifferently, exhaled a puff of smoke from her red lips, stubbed out her cigarette without a word, and got into the car.

I discreetly sat in the back, head down, lost in my own thoughts, the only sounds the whooshing wind and the occasional honking of passing cars.

After driving for almost the entire morning, we finally arrived in the provincial capital. The ubiquitous skyscrapers and hurried crowds, ironically, created a sense of indifference and alienation.

Zhang Wen skillfully steered the wheel, and after another half hour, she stopped in front of a very grand entertainment complex.

My last shred of hope shattered; Zhang Wen really did work in such a place. A bitter feeling welled up inside me; after all, she was my wife in name only, yet she was with another man…

"Get out of the car, don't be so lifeless!" Zhang Wen said impatiently from outside the window.

As I stepped out of the car, I was immediately overwhelmed by the grandeur of the entertainment complex. Two tall, fierce-looking white marble lions stood lifelike on either side of the steps.

Four tall men in black, wearing sunglasses, stood ramrod straight, respectfully looking at Zhang Wen: "President Zhang!"

Zhang Wen nodded slightly and walked straight up the steps.

I immediately followed, my doubts deepening. Wasn't Zhang Wen a woman of the night? Why were these security guards calling her President Zhang?

But before I even stepped onto the steps, one of the men in black opened his arms: "Stop!"

It was my first time in such a setting, and looking at the man's cold expression, I instinctively felt a little nervous. I said, "Um, Zhang and I..."

Zhang Wen turned and glanced at me, saying calmly, "Xiao He, he's my cousin!"

The man in black immediately lowered his arms and smiled respectfully: "Yes, President Zhang!"

I sighed inwardly, stepped onto the steps that reflected my image, and followed Zhang Wen at a distance until we entered the spacious and luxurious hall.

The cleaning staff inside stopped what they were doing when they saw Zhang Wen and respectfully addressed her as "Manager Zhang. "

I suddenly realized what was happening and inexplicably felt a sense of relief. It seemed Zhang Wen did work at the entertainment center, but she probably didn't do anything unsavory.

Zhang Wen pointed to the sofa, glanced at me, and said indifferently, "Wait for me to come down!"

I looked at the soft, wide leather sofa, sat down at an angle, and stared down at my cheap sneakers, feeling

completely out of place. A few minutes later, the tinkling of high heels echoed on the marble stairs.

I instinctively looked up, and immediately, a beautiful figure appeared in my sight. My heart pounded uncontrollably…

Zhang Wen, dressed in a professional suit, exuded even more confidence.

I stared at Zhang Wen, my heart pounding. Such a beautiful and mature woman was incredibly alluring to a fresh-faced newcomer like me.

Zhang Wen glanced at me with some disgust, her beautiful face tense. I immediately lowered my head, like a child who had done something wrong.

Now I finally knew her identity: Executive Manager of Sheng Tang Club.

Zhang Wen gave a light hum and said, "Starting today, you'll be a waiter, base salary 1,500, plus commission, and two days off. Any questions?"

Zhang Wen's tone was very formulaic, as if we were complete strangers.

I quickly shook my head; 1,500 was already a high salary. I didn't have any special skills or education, and I was very satisfied with this job.

"Xiao Qin, take Jiang Hua to get his uniform!"

Zhang Wen instructed a waiter who was mopping the floor, then jingled upstairs in her high heels.

The waiter next to me immediately put down his work and smiled politely at me: "Come with me."

After registering at the logistics department, I received two sets of uniforms: a white shirt, a black vest, and a bow tie.

After I changed, the waiter patted me on the shoulder: "Hey buddy, not bad, pretty handsome and tall. Keep up the good work, you've got potential!"

I politely shook my head and smiled: "Oh, not at all, I'm new here, I don't know anything, please guide me!"

The waiter smiled: "You're welcome, brother. Your name is Jiang Hua, right? My name is Qin Haoran!"

I immediately nodded: "Brother Haoran."

"Hehe, there's a mop over there, use it to clean. I'll teach you some basics." The waiter, Qin Haoran, explained the club's rules to me while I cleaned.

First: You can't talk back to customers, even if they want to hit you, you have to endure it. Of course, the boss will help you resolve the matter. If you fight with a customer, that's a different story. Second:

You can't have any relationship with the girls in the club. If the boss finds out, the consequences will be severe!

Third: You absolutely cannot have any romantic entanglements with female customers, damaging the club's reputation, and it won't be as simple as just being fired.

Qin Haoran also mentioned some details, such as that generous female customers might give tips, which was acceptable. There were also some shady characters in the establishment, hired by the owner to look after the place. He advised me to keep my distance from them and avoid offending them.

I took everything Qin Haoran said to heart. I just wanted to do my job well and save some money to make life a little easier for my father, who had worked hard all his life.

After six o'clock, customers started arriving one after another. After Qin Haoran served me drinks twice, he let me work alone.

I have a very good memory, so I didn't make a single mistake all night. Qin Haoran was amazed and praised me for being smart.

Then, he asked me to deliver two bottles of red wine to room 208 upstairs.

When I pushed open the door, I saw a shirtless man with fierce tattoos on his arms, smoking a cigarette and talking to a jeweled woman next to him.

I bowed slightly and said respectfully, "Excuse me, your drinks are here!"

The tattooed man didn't even look up and scoffed, "Alright, just put them on the table!"

I placed the drinks down and was about to turn and leave when I heard the jeweled woman's voice behind me: "Wait a minute!"

I immediately turned around, smiling broadly, "Madam, what can I do for you?"

The woman, probably in her fifties, sized me up and down with her small eyes, as if selecting a piece of merchandise: "Young man, how much for one trip?"

I hesitated for a moment, then realized what she meant: "Excuse me, ma'am, I'm just a waiter."

The wealthy woman smiled meaningfully and patted the cigarette case on the table: "Have a smoke, sit down and we'll talk!"

She seemed confident, assuming I was waiting for her to set a price.

I shook my head, politely declining: "I don't smoke."

The tattooed man next to me looked unfriendly, his fierce eyes fixed on me.

The wealthy woman chuckled lightly, unconcerned: "How about a drink?"

I'd scraped together my tuition since childhood; I'd never drunk alcohol before: "I don't!"

The tattooed man jumped to his feet, his eyes flashing menacingly: "You can't do anything, what kind of waiter are you? Can't you even eat shit?"

I tensed up, not because I was afraid of the tattooed man, but because I didn't want to cause trouble and lose my job.

Seeing the rich woman remain silent, the tattooed man lunged forward and kicked me in the stomach: "Kneel down!"

I felt a surge of anger; the tattooed man and the rich woman were really bullying me. I dodged to the side, and the tattooed man's kick missed, landing on the coffee table.

With a bang, the bottle shattered, shards cutting the rich woman's fair thigh, leaving a bloody gash.

The rich woman showed no panic. After brushing the glass shards off her thigh, she glanced at me indifferently and said, "Call your manager!"

I panicked even more. Our manager was Zhang Wen. Just thinking of her cold face made me weak in the knees. I hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, ma'am, I really didn't mean to!"

"Fuck you, you bastard!"

Seeing the rich woman's thigh was scraped, the tattooed man's eyes flashed with even more ferocity. He picked up an empty bottle and smashed it down on my head.

Although I was panicked, I wasn't stupid enough to let someone hit me. I grabbed the tattooed man's wrist immediately and said with some disgust, "I've already apologized!"

The tattooed man's face turned red, but he couldn't do anything to me. Because I had helped my father with farm work since I was a child, I didn't have much else, but I was certainly strong.

At this moment, a tall figure walked in. I subconsciously turned around and saw that it was Zhang Wen. (

Due to limited space, follow the WeChat public account [唯漫文学] and reply with the number 511 to continue reading the exciting story!) With a cold expression, she scolded, "Jiang Hua, let go!"

I felt incredibly wronged. Someone wanted to hit me with a bottle; couldn't I even defend myself?

Seeing that my gaze had shifted, the tattooed man immediately punched me in the nose. I staggered and took a step back. I secretly clenched my fist, but when I saw Zhang Wen's indifferent face, I let go.

Zhang Wen gave me a cold glare and snapped, "What are you standing there for? Get out!"

I shrugged, clutching my bleeding nose, and walked out of the private room, feeling utterly humiliated.

I hadn't gone far when I heard the tattooed man's voice coming from inside, and I stopped in my tracks. Peeking through the slightly ajar door, I saw a scene that broke my heart…

"You, clean this place up!"

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