She started to call him like this ten years ago. At the time, Hans's biological mother, Alice, had passed away for more than half a year. His father's new wife, Stephanie, brought Jennifer into their family. It seemed that there was nothing worthy of criticism.
He just came back from abroad because of his mother's illness and gradually took over his family business. He had a few properties that his mother had bought for him, so he did not have to live with his father. He was not interested in Stephanie or her daughter. In general, he had no opinions on his father's personal life.
The only interaction he had with Jennifer in the first year was when he had to go to the family house every weekend for a family dinner. They had to pretend to be a happy family to make his grandmother happy.
When his father first introduced Stephanie and Jennifer to him, he had just finished a project in the company with some achievements. So he was in a good mood. When he saw this innocent girl who was completely different from Stephanie, he felt a little something.
"Hans, she is your Aunt Stephanie's daughter, Jennifer. She will be your sister in the future. You should take good care of her."
"Call him brother."
"He didn't even agree yet, it's not proper."
This was what Jennifer said while twisting the corner of her school uniform jacket. It was also the first time he heard her speak. Her voice was sweet and tender.
Hans's father laughed, which was a rare sight to see as far as Hans could remember, so Hans was secretly surprised. He was amused by Jennifer's sensibility.
"Hans, don't mind her. My daughter has always been shy since she was a child..."
A few days after Stephanie said that, Hans drove to his grandmother house for a Saturday night dinner. As soon as he entered the door, he was scared by a white object falling from a persimmon tree by the door.
Jennifer patted her back clean and stood up from the ground. Jennifer was stunned for a moment when she saw Hans, then she opened her hand and handed him a huge persimmon. The bright orange persimmon in her hand looked like crystal.
"Hey, do you want one? This is the biggest one."
His pale face slowly reddened, and the corner of his mouth slowly curved into a smile. His voice was gentle with a hint of playfulness. "My name is not Hey..."
In the following year, they met up more and more. Somehow, Jennifer became his shadow, following him everywhere and chattering away, calling him Hansy non-stop.
He lived alone outside, so she always came up with an excuse to visit and pester him. He would often smell the food when he came back home. He didn't even know how she managed to get the password for his door.
"You made that?"
"I made the cucumber salad, and my mother and maid made the rest. I was afraid that you will find it a hassle if I invite you over for dinner, so I brought the food to you. Come and have some, Hansy. It's getting cold."
After a few bites, he found her salivating beside him. "Have you eaten yet?"
She shook her head expectantly. "I was afraid that the food will get cold, so I came in a hurry and haven't eaten..."
"Then you should hurry home for dinner."
He said emotionlessly without a hint of empathy.
Hans left home in his teens and lived alone for many years. It was a little difficult for him to say something warm.
However, when he saw Jennifer walk to the door dejectedly, he suddenly felt sympathy in his heart.
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