Spending six months on Earth helped Ying to be somehow relaxed unlike when she was working under Fang. Even if she is taking her long vacation, she is still busy on her ongoing research; not to mention her ambition to be the next Superior for a certain team.

Not liking the idea of Fang still being the Superior, she is determined to work hard and compile all the requirements needed. Because she knew that Fang had been procrastinating, she is confident that she could take the position from him.

Without a warning, she gave herself an evil laugh to her heart's content. "HAHAHAHAHAAAAHAAAAAAHA-HA! TAKE THAT, YOU SUCKER!"

Wiping her tears, all her happiness faded instantly when she received a message from Fang.

Hey, Shrimp.
I'll be having a two day vacation in Palau Rintis. Come and welcome me.

To Fang:
Excuse me, your highness?
Have you not remembered that I am not your subordinate slash maid anymore?

From Fang:
For now~~~ *wenk wenk*
Gonna see you later, Shrimp!

She groaned in frustration as she murmured, "What the heck is his problem, anyway? He is becoming so creepy and idiotic!"

A call of her name was heard from her mother, "Ying! Honey?"

She sighed, dropping her self on the soft yellow bed. She muttered weakly, "What is it, Ma?"

Expecting that the old woman won't hear her, she remembered her research and muttered another whisper of 'Thank You' in Chinese words for she had just completed her long awaited research.

Strutting her body, she decided to close her tired eyes. However, the moment when she did, her mom barged into her room making her jump out of bed and yelled a Chinese curse word infront of her mother.

"Since when did you learn to curse, Ying?" Her mom eyed her suspiciously.

She gave her a sheepish smile, "Only just now, Ma."

Her mom was still silent and crossed her arms afterwards, "You are becoming secretive, eh."

"Becoming a what ?"

She heard her sigh, "Honey, you should've told me that your boyfriend would be coming over today."

Excuse me? Nani the pack?

"A boyfriend coming over today?" She stressed the words to assure that she was hearing things. "I've never even have a (packing) boyfriend eversince the Earth has completed its 27th revolution around the Sun since I was born, Ma!"

"Oh, you liar. Then how will you explain that shitty Spikehead sitting tensely on the sofa?" Aunt Yang said, tapping her fingers on her arms. "Tell me the truth. I won't be mad."

"HOLY SHIP!" She used her Time powers to run downstairs and was more surprised that the devil has lived.

She pointed an accusing finger on him, "What the heck are you doing here? And why were you born to be so overly confident on telling my mother that I am your girlfriend?! Have you no shame? Or are you just drunk?"

Ying saw his red eyes widened in great surprise. She heard his annoying voice again after a long six month vacation, "What?"

Aunt Yang innocently walked in between them to give Fang a cold orange juice. "Here, son. Have a drink."

Ying snapped, "Mom?! What's the meaning of this?"

"What's the meaning of what ?" She blinked innocently. "I was only joking!"

She massage the bridge of her nose, touching her round rimmed glasses, "Dear god, help me survive this shit." She murmured.

Ying heard her mother instructed Fang, "You know you can sit down, son. Have a sit."

"Oh- Thank you for the hospitality but I just dropped by to give Ying something, Auntie." Fang sweatdropped.

She clapped her hands enthusiastically, "Is it a wedding ring this time?"

"Of course not!" Ying snorted.

Fang chuckled, "No, Aunt Yang. It's from TAPOPS, a request file for the upcoming mission."

"Oh, bummer. I thought you're here to ask for the hand of my daughter!" She cried, teasing her now angry daughter.

Ying replied, "He won't, and will never." Crossing her arms like an angry bitch at the alien.

Fang laughed, "Not for now, Aunt Yang."

Ying did not expect to hear her mother squeal in front of them, she had to shake her head in disapproval. "Haiiyaaaah!"

Fang handed her a neat folder, "Here."

Somehow, they maintained a professional aura despite of the teasing of her mother. "Thank you, sir. "

"You're welcome, Miss Ying. " he winked playfully at her making her mother fangirl again. "I'll be going now, Aunt Yang!" He announced.

"Ugh. Too early? You just got here on Earth right?"

"Last midnight to be exact. Boboiboy, Gopal and I had some catching up to do." he replied, wiping off the sweat on his forehead. Deng, he was nervous!

"Where are you staying now?"

"Uhm... I still have to work on that. But probably on a hotel or something."

"Oh! You can stay here forever!" Aunt Yang announced, making Ying groaned quietly.

"Ma, Fang has some things to do," she glanced at him and pretended to smile at him, "Right? "

Feeding his confidence with the support from Aunt Yang, he smirked at her. "Actually, Boboiboy just texted that we could change our plans tomorrow." He smiled to Aunt Yang, "Thank you for being nice to me, maam." He bowed his head politely and Ying rolled her eyes.

"It's no problem, my son! And oh! You can call me 'mom' for short," she winked playfully making the two of them to laugh.

Not standing the atmosphere, Ying left the scene and proceeded upstairs in a blink of an eye. She went to her table and washed her face by her hands in frustration. "If this is a dream, please wake me up."

Looking at the stack of papers on her table, she stared on them until she could hear her mother and Fang's  muffled conversation downstairs. She groaned her frustration until she, surprisingly, fell asleep.

She woke up an hour after that, eyes blinking tiredly at her surrounding. Straightening her back, she was staring absentmindedly on the ceiling, blinking and recollecting some of her memories until however, she remembered Fang's visit lately.

She froze and squinted her eyes in concentration for some noises downstairs, but found none. Casually walking downstairs, she noticed her mother doing something she like on the corner of her eyes.

"Hello, honey!"

"Hello, Ma." She replied grimly, scratching her butt casually. "Where's your visitor?"

"Fang already left."

"That's good."

"He won't be coming back tonight, I guess."

Ying wanted to celebrate, "Even better,"

"You seem to hate him? He's a nice and a respectful man." Her mother commented.

She chuckled, "Say what you wanna say, but don't get fooled. He is a bully and a pervert!"

"A pervert?!" Aunt Yang almost screamed to her daughter.

With her reaction, Ying knew she will be defended by her mother and then she told her everything that had happened on their two year mission.

"Now, isn't he becoming creepy, is he?" Ying childishly pouted, expecting a comfort from her mom.

"You know child, it's okay for me if you come back here pregnant- with Fang as the father, of course!"

"WHAT?!"

"You're 27 now. Yaya and Boboiboy are already married! And Gopal too! What are you even waiting? Fang is available!"

"Not again with this shit," she couldn't help but say it out loud. "Come on, mom. I don't like him,"

"Yes, you do. You're just oblivious about your feelings."

Aunt Yang knew that with Ying's curious expression, it demands countless facts and evidences, "How do you know?"

Her mother smiled, reminiscing something from the past, "Your father and you are alike. Smart yet oblivious."

"Why do I get a feeling that Fang is more favored than me? Mother, you have given birth to a smart and cute daughter, not an overly confident shitty Spikehead!" She started shaking her mother back to consciousness. "You probably are under his spell!"

Aunt Yang chuckled, "When would you see how much he is in to you, honey?"

"Excuse me?"

"Honey, I'm just looking out for your future." Her mom comforted her retreating figure.

"Mom. You already know I don't like being teased about marriage and getting into a relationship. I know I am in my right age to tie the knot, but mom..." Ying started to get frustrated.

Ever since almost of Ying's gang were married, she had been pressured and asked when would she get a boyfriend or a husband soon.

And she. Hated. It.

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Again, sorry for the curse words.

This chapter is mostly dedicated to the single ladies out there, who are in the right age to marry or to have a relationship, and had experienced to be pressured on jumping waters but are still standing and staying strong all these years.

In my opinion, only some women are brave enough to choose solitude in finding themselves, or maybe they are not just yet ready.

Hats off to you, ladies! I am glad I met someone like you who have the same belief as me.

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