After Becoming A Popular Girl, I Choose My Husband On Planet X - Chapter 21

At first, it was supposed to be just a simple family gathering.

She thought it would be nothing more than the usual—elders exchanging greetings, polite handshakes, and a few boxes of pastries traded back and forth at a boring dinner.

She never imagined…it would evolve into the ultimate Interstellar Three-Kingdoms Shura Love War.

Bai Zixin stood in the center of the banquet hall with her arms crossed. Behind her, the holographic projection of the Interstellar Alliance insignia still flickered faintly. In front of her—three men had formed a perfect triangular formation, surrounding her with no gaps to escape.

Gao Muting stood sharp as a blade, his presence heavy and overwhelming.

Ye Yibai smiled gently, but every word he spoke was sugar coating over steel.

And Pei Yanchuan—the captain of the Northern Front special task force, fresh from the battlefield—leaned lazily against the glass wall of the hall. His black military-style coat hung loose, the top button undone, a few strands of hair falling against his temple. His eyes were like a restless deep sea, fixed steadily on her, the gaze of a predator locked onto its only target.

When he was silent, his aura was sharp enough to overturn the entire hall.

When he spoke, his calm voice carried just enough playfulness to remind everyone of his danger and control.

He was too quiet—the kind of quiet that meant every piece on the board had already been placed.

And Bai Zixin, at this moment, only wanted to shout one thing:

“I’m not a national treasure! You don’t need to fight over me!”

She drew in a deep breath, gritted her teeth, and said:

“…Accepting you isn’t impossible.”

The words had barely fallen before all three men froze. Their gazes locked on her like converging laser beams, and even the air seemed to drop a few degrees.

She lifted a hand, first pointing at Pei Yanchuan, then sliding it to include the other two, her voice cautious and helpless.

“But the condition is—you have to live in peace with them. Got it? No glaring, no stealing the spotlight, no kicking each other under the dinner table. Understand?”

She had once been a firm believer in Earth’s values—

One wife, one husband.
One cat, one bed.
One house, one tea.
One heart, one person.

And now?

Now it felt like she had been dragged into some galactic marriage-law collapse simulator.

Gao Muting let out a cold laugh, his expression as dark as if an entire battalion had mutinied.

Ye Yibai narrowed his eyes slightly, the corner of his brow twitching with a look that said: This makes no sense, but I love her anyway.

Both of them turned at the same time, sending dagger-sharp glares at Pei Yanchuan.

Yet the captain didn’t flinch, didn’t refuse, didn’t even twitch a brow.

Instead, he raised an eyebrow lazily, the corner of his lips curving upward—

A fox’s smile.

“No problem.” His voice was low, cold, yet calm enough to chill the bl00d. “As long as she’s willing, I can take a step back.”

Bai Zixin’s inner alarm blared:

—That wasn’t a step back. That was him circling three kilometers behind their lines!

Her mouth twitched, her voice muttering under her breath: “Are you stepping back, or stepping in…?”

The banquet finally drew to a close, the ceiling projection filling with stars.

She was just about to grab her dessert box and make her escape when she turned around—

And almost fainted from the sight.

All three men, shoulder to shoulder, were standing in perfect symmetry… extending their hands toward her like the cover of some cosmic advertisement.

“Let’s go. Home.”

Three voices—

Gao Muting’s cold, Ye Yibai’s light, Pei Yanchuan’s deep—
overlapped in perfect unison, like the most terrifying three-part harmony in the cosmic symphony.

Bai Zixin froze on the spot, the dessert box nearly flying five meters out of her hands.

She seriously suspected she had walked into the wrong script. Maybe even the wrong galaxy.

She glared at Gao Muting. “You… you agreed?”

His face was iron-blue, his voice so cold it could frost glass.

“Nodding doesn’t mean I want to accept him. It just means… I have no choice.”

Then she turned to Ye Yibai.

His smile was soft enough to melt anyone, but in it lingered a quiet, lonely helplessness.

“I can’t stand seeing you so torn. As long as you’re happy, I can endure.”

Bai Zixin’s eye twitched wildly, the corner of her mouth jerking. “Why do you sound so tragic… I’m the one who should be crying and running for my life!”

Finally, she looked at Pei Yanchuan.

The man stood under the dim star-lamps, his features cut sharp against the backlight. At the corner of his lips, a faint smile drifted like mist—yet beneath it was the unshakable resolve of a hunter.

His tone was lazy. “Since they both agreed… can you still refuse me?”

Bai Zixin: “…” At this point, I really do feel like an idiot.

She was no longer sure if these three were rivals, or if they’d already signed some secret Joint Pampering Alliance Treaty.

This wasn’t a love triangle anymore.
It was the Interstellar Shared Resource Federation!

She muttered under her breath: “…Is this even romance, or some kind of intergalactic cohabitation contract?”

None of them spoke. They simply reached their hands out to her, all at once.

Bai Zixin stared at the three long, elegant hands before her, her face heating up like she’d been tossed into a heater vent.

She lowered her head, speaking in the small, defeated voice of a cornered interstellar diplomat:

“…Fine. We’ll go home. But there are rules.”

“No unleashing murderous intent.”

“No fighting over the blanket.”

“And—no talking to me before I wake up in the morning. Or I’ll throw you all out.”

The three men spoke in unison: “Okay.”

Her face flushed bright red as she hugged her dessert box tightly, mumbling under her breath: “…Just don’t fight, that’s all I ask…”

The three of them exchanged glances—then laughed softly together, their voices blending like a secret pact. At the same time, they each reached for her hands.

In that moment, Bai Zixin had the strongest premonition—

Her life’s sweetest period and riskiest period had officially begun.

And from this night on—

Her daily life would be completely! and utterly! broken!