The Trending Topic Herself: The Villainess is the Superstar! Chapter 71: From Trouble-Maker to Big Eater

Yolanda Sawyer beca very emotional when she saw Tristan Rowe walk in, her eyes glistening with tears, yet her emotions were complex: "Tristan, you... you’ve finally co back?"

Tristan smiled slightly, but his words were extrely courteous: "Sorry to have worried you."

Yolanda’s hand trembled slightly, and she seed to let out a gentle sigh: "Co, sit, sit, just sit on the sofa next to ."

Tristan responded and sat down next to Yolanda.

Sohow, there was nothing much to say between the two.

Jessica Young tried to lighten the mood: "After all these years, Third Brother hasn’t aged a bit! He looks the sa as he did ten years ago. Unlike , look at these wrinkles around my eyes growing circle by circle... I must ask you soday for your secret to staying youthful..." Jessica, well-maintained, had smooth cheeks with hardly noticeable wrinkles around her eyes.

Tristan directed a sowhat genuine smile at Jessica: "Second Sister-in-law is joking, you look much younger than ."

Jessica smiled and noticed Ian Rowe and Maya Monroe who just entered, explaining: "This is Maya, she’s Ian’s wife whom he married not long ago."

Tristan’s gaze seed to hold so deeper aning when he looked at Maya, then turned to Yolanda beside him: "Ian married Maya from the Monroe Family, which Monroe Family is that?"

Yolanda’s face instantly froze.

Jessica hurriedly responded: "It’s the Monroe Family from Kyston; forget about family background, Maya is truly delightful. The most important thing is she and Ian get along perfectly, and that’s enough."

"Oh..." Tristan elongated his tone, then asked: "When did a daughter from the Monroe Family marry into the Rowe Family?"

Jessica’s smile nearly faltered: "It was at the beginning of the year; you were abroad then, so you don’t know Maya."

"That’s quite unfortunate." Tristan superficially sighed, finally not probing further into the matter.

Jessica let out a sigh.

"Since everyone is here, let’s eat," Yolanda spoke up, her voice lacking the previous strength, sounding feeble.

Everyone headed towards the dining room.

Maya had been eagerly waiting for this part—the al.

Maya, previously weak, suddenly sped up, and it was Ian who held her back.

"Let Second Aunt and the others go first," he asked her, "Did you not eat enough this morning?"

Maya nodded and then shook her head.

She had eaten quite well in the morning, yet she always felt very hungry by noon.

She couldn’t help but feel Ian’s mouth carried more of a smile; although this cold beauty smiling could be breathtaking like the warmth of spring, she always instinctively tried to decipher the aning behind the smile.

"Then eat more later."

Just a casual remark, yet Maya couldn’t quite grasp Ian’s thoughts.

The family soon sat down.

The several individuals felt sowhat constrained; calling it eating could be misleading as chatting occupied more ti—the chopsticks hardly moved as everyone cherished the precious family gathering.

"Tristan, how’s your overseas developnt over the years? Perhaps it’s better to co back to your holand, dostic developnt is vigorous, and the primary advantage is you wouldn’t have to stay abroad every day. Ho is best after all," Yolanda said, looking at Tristan.

Tristan seed to glance sideways at Ian: "It’s not easy to relocate an industry back ho, still need to be busy abroad for a few years, but I’ll stay a few more days at ho during the New Year."

Yolanda sighed: "Staying a few more days... isn’t so bad."

Jessica smiled: "The old lady misses you; Third Brother, make sure to call more frequently to reassure her."

Tristan didn’t readily comply, sipping his tea and speaking ambiguously: "Business indeed keeps busy, but reaching my age, I always want to leave sothing to myself..."

Jessica nodded, under Yolanda’s gaze, she asked the question implied: "Third Brother... having been abroad for so long, have you dated anyone?" Jessica chuckled so more: "Look at Ian, he’s married already; in my opinion, you should also find a partner. While you’re preoccupied with career now, you’ll understand later that having soone to confide in is important."

A noticeably tense atmosphere followed.

Fiona Rowe, the youngest, detested such vibes the most. Like now, she felt her breathing was sowhat hindered.

At school, countless people flattered her, complinting her good family background, but Fiona well knew that outsiders’ view of the Rowe Family harmony was deceiving; her Third Uncle Tristan was more strategic and challenging than her elder brother Ian.

Occasionally, when Tristan visited the ancestral ho, he’d speak a few words with Fiona; his smiling deanor never evoked a smile from her in return. Perhaps part of it stemd from blood relations, as despite Ian’s cold personality, Fiona had a pretty good relationship with him. Tristan... he was ultimately adopted by the Rowe Family and showed little attachnt.

Fiona kept her head lowered, noticing Howard Rowe’s serious expression beside her.

Looking to her left, Fiona was stunned to see Maya gobbling down dumplings, swallowing them whole without being swayed by surrounding circumstances.

She ate rapidly, with efficient movents but without seeming crude.

Fiona instinctively swallowed, suddenly feeling hungry. How appetizing Maya’s eating was...

Usually, Fiona disliked Maya due to her low emotional intelligence that often offended people; once, when Maya attended her parent-teacher conference, Fiona beca the class laughingstock.

Yet now...

Fiona suddenly felt her perspective on Maya might have shifted slightly.

From being overly dramatic, she transford into a big eater—sohow becoming more charming.

Fiona suddenly sighed, feeling like watching Maya eat would shield her from the current tense atmosphere.

Maya noticed Fiona staring, turning to look at her.

Fiona stiffened all over, awkwardly turning her head away, her cheeks slightly flushed.

Ian also observed Maya, finding her unaffected deanor sowhat... adorable. He even briefly desired to stroke her hair.

Maya turned her head to Ian, puzzled over why various people kept gazing at her.

Nonetheless, Maya’s quick reflexes surfaced as she promptly picked up a piece of at for Ian—particularly chosen, eighty percent fat and twenty percent lean, guaranteed to burst with juices.

"Darling, eat more. Here’s a big piece; it’s my favorite!"

She whispered, her lips curling into a smile, one deliberately crafted by her just the sa.