I Treat You as My Sister, But You Want to be My Wife?!
Chapter 503 Lower Your Expectations_1

Chapter 503: Chapter 503 Lower Your Expectations_1

Anyway, the waiter Mr. Zhang was already about to be pulled aside for a scolding by the supervisor when hurriedly, at the entrance, his good relative arrived. As soon as Mr. Zhang saw him, he rushed over and began to sigh, "Uncle, you have no idea how much I’ve been bullied here. Everyone is so against me, and I don’t know what I’ve done wrong. Maybe it’s just because I don’t work hard enough.

I haven’t met everyone’s expectations, so I guess that’s why I’m being scolded so harshly. I’m about to leave this place now. I know that working here has always caused you a lot of trouble. I’ve decided, I won’t trouble you anymore, I will leave this place right now. Our meeting in the future will be up to fate. Uncle, I will always remember your kindness," Mr. Zhang said with resolve.

"If there’s a chance to repay you in the future, I will definitely come back without hesitation to do so. I just hope you take good care of your health in the future. Without me by your side, you must also take care of your own meals."

Look at Mr. Zhang, using retreat as advance, hoping to win his relative’s sympathy so he might speak to the others on his behalf, allowing him to continue working at the restaurant. Mr. Zhang’s eyes were shifting, but there was no clear sign of guilt in him, just full of scheming. Little did he know that his uncle was blind to this.

He really thought his dear niece was being bullied and immediately went over and said, "How can you treat her like this? No matter what, she’s my dear niece. If there’s anything you want to say, just tell me directly. If there’s something she’s done wrong, tell me.

Don’t indulge in these petty actions here. I know you have many grievances, but you can come and confront me directly. After all, she’s just a young girl. Is this really the right way to behave?"

The man spoke so fiercely to the manager as soon as he arrived.

Anyone who didn’t know better might think he was the one in charge here. The supervisor was a bit embarrassed, not expecting the man to come and indiscriminately blame the manager. Feeling a bit guilty because this was his restaurant after all, he couldn’t let others mess around like this, so he lightly tugged on the man’s shoulder and said,

"Alright, alright, let’s not talk about these things anymore. It’s all in the past. Now we’re discussing Mr. Zhang’s matter. Mr. Zhang really crossed the line this time. I’ve received multiple complaints about him these days, and it’s clear he’s no longer suitable for working here. I have a few smaller restaurants under my name where Mr. Zhang can go instead. This place might be too busy and crowded.

Maybe that’s why he feels a bit of imbalance in his heart. That place is a smaller restaurant, not as busy as this one, and there’s some spare time. By then, Mr. Zhang will be able to completely relax. The pay will be a bit lower than here, but it should still be enough to live on. What do you think?"

The supervisor was no longer intending to deal with these messes and planned to push this hot potato away, directly stating this to make it clear he wanted no further involvement. The supervisor also knew that the small restaurant’s work was definitely not as profitable, and the pay was less.

If he sent Mr. Zhang there, he might give himself endless trouble—ah, he was usually so fond of his niece, unable to resist when she acted spoiled.

Transferring her to such a distant place seemed somewhat inappropriate, especially to say such things in public. Mr. Zhang was thin-skinned; if he went back and complained, how could he bear it? So he quietly pulled on the sleeve of the supervisor and whispered,

"Hey, Uncle, you know this is all happening in public. You can’t strip Mr. Zhang of all his dignity right here. Let’s discuss it slowly later, shall we? There’s still time to address whoever gave the bad reviews, whoever made complaints, and I can handle it. Can you please go back and rest for now?"

This attitude was very sincere, and throughout this process, he continued to flatter the manager, as if the manager himself had orchestrated the entire incident. The manager was almost infuriated. Great, this whole family is the same—if she continues to work here, who knows how unfairly I might end up being portrayed? Best to go now, not to stay here any more.

If he stayed any longer, his head might just explode. Not one of them is normal. It’s really curious to see what becomes of this restaurant without him. Leaving Mr. Zhang here is like a pot of good porridge with a rat dropping ruining it. It’s disgusting and indescribable.

The manager had already lost the desire to keep working here, and after hearing the supervisor say ’let’s not bother with it anymore,’ he chuckled, "Alright, alright, you don’t need to be passive-aggressive with me anymore. The manager is leaving. No need to speak ill of him anymore. He’s looking to climb higher branches and thinks he’s too good for our little restaurant."

After saying that, the supervisor left, with no intention of getting caught up in these matters. Seeing this, the manager let out a sigh of relief. It seemed there was still room for negotiation about Mr. Zhang’s continued work here. He would just grind away slowly; there was always a chance. Now, the main thing was to sort out the complaints. Surely they weren’t anything serious.

So, he looked around and quickly locked onto a target. It was apparent that the proud, confident woman before him was the one who had filed the complaint. She was quite attractive; how could her thoughts be so malign?

How could she say such harsh things about a young person just starting out? So he went over, pretending to be very familiar with the situation, intending to pat Kang Yue’s shoulder. That would be piggish hands indeed—Kang Yue was wearing a sexy little dress that day, one that wouldn’t stand for such lecherous behavior.

Fortunately, Shen Dong was quick to react, immediately wrapping Kang Yue in his arms, ensuring the man couldn’t touch her.

The manager’s hand froze in place awkwardly, embarrassing him in front of everyone. At that moment, even more embarrassingly, someone laughed aloud. It echoed clearly in the air, and merely by looking, you could tell how awkward it was, prompting him to retract his hand and laugh as well,

"Whoops, it’s just a misunderstanding. Look, Miss, you’re so pretty, you wouldn’t want to hurt others, would you? If this issue causes Mr. Zhang to lose his job, who knows how he’ll survive? If you could forgive him, that would be generous of you. Next time you come here, we’ll prioritize serving you and delivering your food."