After Becoming A Popular Girl, I Choose My Husband On Planet X - Chapter 23

The weather was bright and clear, the kind of sunshine that made even the wind seem too lazy to move.

Bai Zixin finally had a rare day off. Wearing a wide sunhat and holding her brand-new holographic phone, she happily went out on a picnic with her three husbands. Her mood was as light as if she had secretly eaten two cakes without getting caught.

“Come on, let’s take a selfie!” she said cheerfully, raising her phone.

In an instant, three ridiculously handsome faces squeezed into the frame. The angle widened automatically, and the three-dimensional effect was so strong that the photo looked more like a luxury magazine cover than a casual snapshot.

At the very bottom of the photo, however, only the edge of Bai Zixin’s hat appeared—like a forgotten decoration in the background.

She puffed her cheeks and stamped her foot. “Hey, hey, hey! That’s not fair! I’m 164 cm—165 with shoes! How come I don’t get any screen time?”

The three men glanced down at the photo, then at each other, strangely thoughtful.

Hands on her hips, she demanded, “Alright, tell me your heights! I need to prepare myself mentally!”

Gao Muting spoke first, his tone calm as if giving a mission report. “One eighty-seven.”

Ye Yibai’s lips curved into a smile. “One eighty-five. But I jump rope every day, so maybe I’ve grown a little taller.”

Pei Yanchuan, standing behind them, wore his usual fox-like smile. His deep voice rolled out like a line from some interstellar love broadcast: “One ninety.”

Bai Zixin: “…Damn it.”

Her mind blanked for a moment before she exploded. “You guys are ridiculous! Are you trying to scam women into dating you with those numbers? Give me some space! I’m so mad!”

But then her eyes lit up with mischief.

“Fine! Since you won’t bend down, I’ll make up for it with technology!” she declared—then leapt with surprising agility.

Straight onto Pei Yanchuan’s shoulders.

Gao Muting: “…?”

Ye Yibai: “Xinxin??”

Pei Yanchuan’s eyes flashed, but he didn’t flinch. His hand instantly steadied her white leg, his brows arching slightly like he had just won a trophy meant only for him.

Looking up at her, his voice was calm, yet carried a dangerous smile. “This way you’ll definightly stand out in the picture. But—” He paused, his tone dipping lower, magnetic, a warning wrapped in silk. “Don’t wriggle too much. Or I can’t promise I won’t lose control.”

Bai Zixin gave two little snorts and sat obediently, striking a proud V-sign toward her phone. “Now this is the right momentum for a group photo! Full view, total victory.”

She glanced down.

Gao Muting’s face was expressionless, but the tips of his ears were faintly red. He clearly wasn’t pleased she hadn’t chosen his shoulders.

Ye Yibai muttered softly, lips twitching, “My back isn’t bad either… I can even calculate weight distribution for maximum balance.”

Bai Zixin couldn’t help laughing.

“Are you guys seriously jealous? Look how perfect this shot is!” She wiggled her phone at them.

Ye Yibai teased, “That posture definightly screams ‘sitting on a tall, rich, handsome man.’”

Gao Muting, for once, joined in dryly. “More like ‘three generals carrying the sedan chair for one empress.’”

Pei Yanchuan tilted his head back, his lips curving into a faintly dangerous smile. “Or call it what it is—a declaration of sovereignty.”

“Huh?” Bai Zixin blinked in confusion.

Pei Yanchuan spoke smoothly, as if reciting the weather report. “I’m the tallest, so it makes sense you chose me as your human selfie stand. But from now on, you can only sit on my shoulders.”

Bai Zixin: “…Are you declaring civil war over height??”

Ye Yibai sighed. “I’ll just invent invisible height boosters.”

Gao Muting said flatly, “Or a hover-mecha.”

She groaned. “Can you guys please just let me take a photo?!”

The camera finally captured the moment—

Bai Zixin sat proudly on Pei Yanchuan’s shoulders, the sun catching her hair in golden light. Three impossibly tall men stood around her, either holding her steady or watching her with quiet tenderness.

The photo looked less like a picnic selfie and more like a coronation—three perfect husbands lifting their little queen, who smiled like she had just won the universe.

Later, Gao Muting and Ye Yibai both had the same thought:

Did I lose because I didn’t get the shoulder seat?

But when they saw her grin, brighter than the sun itself—

They decided to let it go.

For now.

Next time, they would get their turn.