After Becoming A Popular Girl, I Choose My Husband On Planet X - Chapter 20

Recently, the Bai family had been stirring again—especially Father Bai, who had been acting far too mysterious, as if he had unearthed a national treasure.

One evening, he pulled Bai Zixin aside, his face solemn, his voice brimming with anticipation.

“Xinxin, do you… want to find another man?”

Bai Zixin: ?

Father Bai’s eyes gleamed. “Let me tell you, there’s this one—Pei Yanchuan. He’s not only young and an S-class psychic, but also captain of the Yuanneng Commission’s special task force, and heir to the Beilu Pei family! Do you understand what ‘asset ceiling’ means? Do you know what ‘looks disaster’ means? That man’s face could convene Congress, and his legs could march all the way to Mars!”

…Meanwhile, Bai Zixin sat holding Gao Muting’s limited-edition jewelry box in one hand, and Ye Yibai’s freshly made top-grade dessert in the other. Both men were flanking her, one helping her sunbathe, the other helping her choose tea bag flavors for the afternoon.

She was silent for three long seconds, before all she wanted to do was collapse backward and play dead.

—Three men? Wouldn’t I be exhausted to death?!

Just as she was about to politely refuse, Bai Mama sent her a photo.

The moment Bai Zixin’s gaze landed on it, she nearly dropped her teacup, the glass trembling in her hand.

—The man in the picture had sharp, aristocratic features, cold as if sculpted by an ice blade. His eyes slanted upward, his lips pressed into a thin line, clad in a long black coat. Though he sat casually, his presence carried crushing weight, like a cold-faced commander who could order the interstellar fleet to fire its main cannons at any second.

Silent, he radiated the lonely handsomeness of something not meant for this world.

Bai Zixin muttered under her breath: “…Did this planet’s gene bank hack the system? Why can anyone picked at random be so handsome it could cause a coup?!”

Before she could shake off the visual blow, Gao Muting’s cold voice slid in beside her. “What, you that interested?”

Ye Yibai leaned over for a glance, then smiled. “He’s not bad. Very suitable… to be displayed in our living room.”

Bai Zixin’s scalp tingled. She hugged her phone to her chest, waving frantically. “No, no, no! I’m already one-on-two—I’d collapse if there’s a third! That’d be heaven in the worst way!”

But fate, of course, loves its jokes.

The very next second, Father Bai’s excited voice came through again: “Xinxin! Pei Yanchuan saw your photo—he just sent someone to check your records!”

Bai Zixin: ???

What was this, Federal Romance Observation Log? Or had she stumbled into an “S-Class Love Hunting Grounds” without knowing it?!

That night, she was half-tricked, half-lured by her father into attending a high-level exchange banquet.

Her outfit—personally styled by Ye Yibai.

A deep-purple silk gown with a side slit, the fabric clinging to her frame. Her skin glowed snow-white, her waist slim, her legs endless. The tiny mole at her collarbone shimmered faintly, and when she smiled, the hint of sharp canine teeth gave her the charm of a harmless little fox.

Her right arm held by Gao Muting—the military’s cold and ascetic face of intelligence.
Her left arm held by Ye Yibai—the brightest, gentlest prodigy of the mechanical research world.

The three of them walked in together, and the hall instantly fell silent. It was like dropping a beauty-and-aura nuke in the middle of the crowd.

At the head seat, a man slowly raised his eyes.

Pei Yanchuan.

S-class psychic. Battlefield god. Heir to the Pei conglomerate.

The man known across the Federation for a “0% smile rate, 100% rejection rate.”

One of the most unapproachable icebergs alive.

And at this moment, for the first time, he opened his mouth.

“…Is that her?”

The voice was low and cold, the sound of a lock clicking shut—direct, forceful, and impossible to ignore.

Bai Zixin was flipping through the dessert menu when she looked up—and her gaze collided with his. Eyes darker than night swallowed her whole. She sucked in a sharp breath, her heart skipping wildly.

The very next second—

Gao Muting’s face darkened like spilled ink. “Ye Yibai, are you a pig?”

Ye Yibai blinked. “Ah?”

“Why would you let her dress like this to meet him? Didn’t you see the way he looked at her—like he was stripping her with his eyes?”

Ye Yibai groaned, regret flashing across his face. “…Why did I have to put lip gloss on her… damn it…”

Bai Zixin: “…”
All she wanted was to eat some dessert. Why did it suddenly feel like she’d been dragged into a Princess Selection Shura Field?

At that moment—

Pei Yanchuan rose from his high seat. His steps were heavy and steady, like the firing of a main cannon, each one drawing closer until he stood before her.

He leaned down slightly, his shadow falling over her, his voice cold.

“Miss Bai, I’m interested in you.”

Gao Muting’s laugh was sharp. “Have you asked her two husbands first?”

Ye Yibai’s smile curved, but his tone was icier than steel. “She’s the treasure of our home. Even lending her for a glance is too much.”

Bai Zixin: “…Are S-class planets always this rude? I swear I just came here for dessert.”

But Pei Yanchuan’s gaze lingered on her lips, on the faint gleam of her little canine tooth. His voice dropped to a whisper.

“Eat, if you like. Eat me, too.”

—Gao Muting’s fist clenched, knuckles cracking.
—Ye Yibai quietly flexed his robotic arm: Ready to launch?

Bai Zixin waved both hands frantically. “Calm down! I’m still standing here!”

And yet, even more outrageous—

She blurted out carefully, “Don’t you care that I already have two men?”

Pei Yanchuan’s answer came like a judgment. “I don’t care.”

Her head spun. “…You don’t think I’m a scumbag?”

Gao Muting’s gaze softened as he said quietly, “You never provoked anyone. We were the ones who rushed to love you.”

Ye Yibai added, calm and gentle, “The choice was always yours. We’re here because we’re willing.”

Pei Yanchuan didn’t flinch. “I won’t argue. I’ll wait for her decision.”

He lowered his head, slipping a sleek black chip card into her palm. His voice was steady, each word striking deep.

“This is my personal authorization pass. No matter where, no matter when—if you need me, just enter the command.”

Bai Zixin stared at the card in shock. “Are you… are you giving yourself to me?”

Pei Yanchuan’s eyes didn’t waver. “If you want.”

Snap. Gao Muting crushed the chip between his fingers. His voice was ice. “Her right of passage belongs only to us.”

Ye Yibai’s smile was sharp. “Go away. Thanks.”

But Pei Yanchuan only looked back at them, still smiling faintly, as if he was watching an entertaining play. His voice was calm, unwavering.

“I’m not leaving. She hasn’t finished choosing yet.”