After Becoming A Popular Girl, I Choose My Husband On Planet X - Chapter 2 - She smiled—and both men lost their composure. “Can I… touch you?”

Wen Nuannuan—well, now she should be called Wen Nuannuan—stood in the small plaza before the interstellar pavilion. Sunlight fell softly around her. She held a pure white lace parasol; her snow-white gown swayed with the morning breeze, the skirt falling to her ankles. She looked as if she had stepped down from the clouds.

The parasol’s edge was trimmed with gold‑threaded roses, highlighting how delicate and fair her skin was—almost translucent.

Her features were already exquisite—somewhat round eyes, lashes so long they seemed brushed with stardust, pupils glimmering with moisture, as if forever curious about the world. When she smiled, a small dimple appeared on her left cheek at just the right spot, with a tiny tear-shaped beauty mark below the eye—that smile was like a candied fruit in the moonlight, perfectly sweet.

She waved at the two men, her voice crisp and sweet: “Hello~ good morning! Today it’s your turn to play with me!”

Her tone was light and soft—as if inviting someone to sail paper boats by the river, not hosting a high-stakes aristocratic husband-selection ceremony that would determine the future alliances of the planet.

Gao Muting: “…”

Ye Yibai: “…”

Both men froze on the spot.

—This… she was completely different from how he imagined.

Gao Muting, dressed in black military uniform, radiated sharpness like a blade freshly drawn. He had served for years, and his gaze was always cold. He’d always considered an S+ noble girl to be nothing but an empty shell of privilege—pampered, distant, seeing everyone as insignificant.

But now she was smiling at him under the sunlight, her sweet smile like sugar on ice, waving her parasol in front of him, her soft voice calling his name like coaxing a puppy.

His heart suddenly jolted, missing a beat entirely.

“…Why is her voice so gentle?” he murmured to himself.

He tried to compose his expression and suppress the unexpected flutter in his chest—but he failed.

Meanwhile, Ye Yibai stood in his muted-blue robe, looking like a senior lecturer from an academy planet, habitually holding a clipboard. His fingers were long and his aura gentle. Word was, when he was selected by the S+ family, he was attending an early class at the interstellar university—so shocked that he dropped his pen into the teaching simulator.

Chaos ensued at home.

That night, Ye’s father, clutching an old family genealogy, said urgently: “Son, listen carefully—this is a once-in-a-century turn of fate! You’re only B+, but your mother was an A-tier home economics champion in her youth. Our roots run deep! Your being chosen makes the family proud!”

Ye’s mother, stirring tonic soup, warned him like squeezing toothpaste: “Good son, remember this—your top priority is Miss S+’s happiness. If she says east, you say east. If she wants you to smile, you smile. If she strikes you, you praise her strength, understand?”

Ye Yibai: “…”

He had braced himself for an awkward three-day cohabitation trial—differences in status, background. So, he spent a whole week preparing his self‑intro, CV, thesis abstract, even “100 daily conversation lines.”

Then she smiled at him.

“Ye Yibai~” she chimed, her voice like a wind chime soaked in syrup, “you look so handsome today, I like it!”

His head went “buzz,” his ears flushed red, and he nearly dropped his clipboard.

His eyes flickered, and in his heart, there was only one conclusion: She wasn’t cold or proud—she was the kind that made your heart stop with a smile.

Their eyes met, and they saw the same emotion in each other.

Danger.

She was even sweeter, cuter, more disarmingly open than her profile had said.

Wen Nuannuan—no, Wen Nuannuan—didn’t notice their internal turmoil at all. She simply turned lightly, the skirt of her dress lifting gently, and walked toward the Galactic Botanical Garden, umbrella tilted over her shoulder.

She looked back with eyes curved like rainbows. “Why are you both just standing there? Let’s go~ I want to see the galaxy roses bloom today!”

Her voice was sweet and soft, like sunlight filtering through post-rain summer haze, irresistibly drawing them forward.

Gao Muting maintained a steady face and pace—but inside, turmoil churned. This woman couldn’t be given to anyone else.

Ye Yibai took a deep breath, his heart pounding like thunder. This three-day trial wasn’t just her choosing them—it was also their chance to choose her.

Meanwhile, thousands of kilometers away, the families’ elders watched through surveillance screens.

Ye’s grandmother held prayer beads, murmuring in tension: “Yi Bai, don’t stutter… don’t smile too stiffly… oh! She smiled at him! She smiled!”

Ye’s mother pressed on the desk: “Do you think it’s too late if I send over some sweet treats now? Girls feel so much better after eating sweets!”

Over at the Gao family conference hall, the air was tense.

Gao’s uncle pushed up his glasses: “Muting, you must stay strong—our family depends on you.”

Gao’s father’s voice was cold: “Don’t slack. He’s terrible with girls. We need this to go smoothly.”

Then—on the screen, Wen Nuannuan turned back and smiled sweetly at Gao Muting, “Let’s go, stopped daydreaming~”

Gao’s family: “…Hmm. There’s hope.”

—This husband-selection trial might turn out far more dramatic than they expected.

At the botanical garden’s entrance, morning light was soft like silk; a gentle breeze stirred silver-leaved blooms, and the air carried a faint sweetness of grass and petals.

Wen Nuannuan closed her umbrella, its tip tapping the ground lightly, standing between two tall men, like a tiny white blossom amid armor-adorned figures—a high-end dessert lost in a war game.

“Hey, you two…” she looked up at them, eyes sparkling, eyelashes fluttering. “Where do you want to go today?”

Her voice was soft as fresh glutinous rice dumplings, her smile innocent with a touch of playful charm.

Gao Muting and Ye Yibai: “…”

That… that question—they were supposed to ask that.

She was the only heir of an S+ house, rank like an interstellar empress. Normally, she’d be coldly selecting them high above, letting them fight for the honor to be near her.

—Not like this—like a little girl inviting them to buy ice cream.

Before they could think, she stepped forward, closing the distance between them.

She smelled faintly sweet, like caramel with mint—fresh and seductive.

Gao wanted to step back—but froze, lost in her glassy clear eyes.

Ye Yibai had just inhaled—and her aura surrounded him, his ears so flushed they turned deep pink.

Then—she blinked and softly asked:

“Can I… touch you both?”

Her tone was so light, as if afraid to startle swans on a lake—but that question hit them right in their hearts.

The two men: “…!!” Goddess’s blessing indeed.

Gao Muting’s heart tightened instantly. His mind went blank—but he nodded honestly, like a robot just unlocking emotions, body leaning forward instinctively.

Ye Yibai, red as baked dumplings, bit his lip and whispered: “You can…”

Wen Nuannuan’s eyes curved into crescent moons, smiling like cream with strawberry sprinkles.

“Then I’ll start~” she said cheerily, placing each small hand on their heads.

One second.

Two seconds.

She let out a tiny, utterly satisfied sigh: “Ah… so nice… it really does feel like petting a cat!”

She gently rubbed their hair like warming mittens in winter, murmuring softly: “Muting’s side is just the right balance of soft and firm—so reassuring; Yi Bai’s side is like the feather foxes on my planet. I could rub it all day…”

Gao Muting: “…”

Ye Yibai: “…”

They froze. Completely crashed.

As men, being touched like this was…

—Fvck.

Their hearts overclocked, reason zapped, gazes locked glitching, warning lights flashing:

[Warning: System Overheat]

[Fatal alert: Target is harmlessly enticing]

[Please reboot heart module immediately!]

After she finished, she nodded, drawing an unshakable conclusion with utmost sincerity:

“I feel… maybe we don’t need to wait three days.”

She turned to them, sweetness overflowing: “How about we just register now?”

—Boom!!!

Their inner worlds utterly detonated.

Ye Yibai seemed to lose his verbal function: “Re… register?”

Gao Muting’s rock-solid gaze cracked: “Y—you’re serious?”

Wen Nuannuan tilted her head innocently, dimple shining, tiny fang showing as she smiled: “Of course! You two are so handsome, so adorably responsive, and you let me touch your heads. Earth men don’t even always allow that. I feel so lucky!”

Her voice was like coaxing puppies—every word full of sugar and weaponized charm.

Both men stood frozen, as if paused in place.

One’s corner of his mouth twitched; a fist silently clenched.

The other’s earlobe turned a deeper red; he nearly fainted.

Meanwhile, she pondered their schedule: “I think the registry office is right next to the garden, like three hundred steps? Want to walk together—holding my hand?”

Ye Yibai: “I… I can!”

Gao Muting: “…You can go first.”

Wen Nuannuan blinked, smiling even sweeter: “Hey? Are you guys maybe… jealous?”

The moment she said it, the two tensed again.

Gao Muting: “Not jealous.”

Ye Yibai: “I’m… not either.”

But they were already silently at war with each other.

She tilted her head and said innocently: “But your eyes look like you’re gearing up for a final battle.”

Then she gave them another sweet smile, shattering their last defenses:

“So, I’ll stand in the middle. Each of you hold one hand. Whoever starts sparks first wins—fair, right?”

Their hands shot out faster than a duel.

The next moment—Wen Nuannuan’s two small hands were held, one in each. Different warmth, but both were firm, reluctant to let go.

This trial had just begun. But clearly, someone had already lost all rationality.