After Becoming A Popular Girl, I Choose My Husband On Planet X - Chapter 8 - “He was a wolf in sheep’s clothing—deceptively gentle, yet all he wanted was to pin Bai Zixin to the bed and claim her as his own.”

Wen Nuannuan stepped into the hospital, eyes sparkling with excitement. In both this world and Earth, Wen Nuannuan and Wen Nuannuan were officially licensed doctors—though they didn’t always look the part.

“Director, I’m here~” she waved cheerfully inside, her voice light and carefree like she was on a picnic, not reporting for duty.

S-Class Lu Haonan, seated behind his desk, slowly looked up. His eyes were deep and calm, like stars hidden in the night sky—reassuring, yet carrying a pressure that kept people at a respectful distance. As an S-Class, he naturally exuded the aura of a leader—one that posed an unprecedented threat to a certain pair of legitimate husbands.

“Zixin, how are your consultations lately? I heard you not only have solid medical skills, but also… a certain ‘healing’ ability.”

Wen Nuannuan puffed up her chest proudly. “That’s right! As long as I chat with the patients, they’re already halfway cured! I suspect I’m basically the medical world’s version of a ‘cheerful light therapy healer’!”

Lu Haonan gave a faint smile—there was a softness in it, elusive and hard to capture.

But before the conversation could continue, the door suddenly burst open with a loud snap.

Gao Muting and Ye Yibai entered at the same time. Their expressions darkened simultaneously, and their presence was like drawn blades, instantly plunging the room into a low-pressure atmosphere.

“Good day, Director,” Gao Muting said coldly, his eyes sharp as knives. “I’m Wen Nuannuan’s main husband—Gao Muting.”

Ye Yibai stood beside him, adjusting his glasses with a possessive smile. “I’m also her main husband—Ye Yibai.”

Lu Haonan remained composed, polite as ever. “Greetings. Wen Nuannuan has excellent taste. She deserves the strongest protection.”

Inside Wen Nuannuan’s mind, a whole inner drama burst open: Oh my god, Director Lu’s aura is way too strong!

Gao Muting added icily, “Director, let’s not forget—we are legally registered as her official husbands.”

Ye Yibai smiled and chimed in, “But if the Director wants to join the ‘Wife Protection Alliance,’ it’s not impossible—so long as you don’t compete for ranking.”

Lu Haonan chuckled lightly, his voice calm yet perfectly measured. “Don’t worry. I’m here as a director, not a competitor.”

Wen Nuannuan raised both hands in surrender, eyes wide as she looked at the three men. “Hey hey hey… You guys are gonna overheat my brain! I just came in for work—how did this turn into a reality dating show?!”

The standoff between the three men continued, while Wen Nuannuan’s inner alarm was screaming:

—Help! Since when did hospitals turn into warzones too?!

In the afternoon, sunlight streamed lazily into the hospital lounge.

Wen Nuannuan was curled up on a small couch, fast asleep like a kitten after battle. Her long hair was a mess, her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and a lazy smile lingered on her lips.

Lu Haonan stood beside her and called softly, “Zixin, time to get up.”

She didn’t respond.

He reached out, about to gently tap her shoulder—

The door suddenly burst open.

Ye Yibai strode in, wearing a light grey shirt and carrying a breakfast bag in one hand. His presence was sharp yet composed.

But when his gaze fell on her sleeping form on the couch, his eyes immediately softened. In a few quick steps, he walked over and scooped her into his arms without hesitation, as if he’d done it a thousand times before.

“I’ve come to take my wife home,” he said quietly, his voice calm but full of possessiveness.

Lu Haonan nodded with a faint smile. “Take care on the way.”

Ye Yibai glanced down at Wen Nuannuan nestled in his arms, lips curving into a barely noticeable smile of contentment.

—This was the moment he’d been waiting for all day.

In the car, Wen Nuannuan remained fast asleep, head resting on his chest like a clinging ball of cotton candy.

Ye Yibai held her gently, one hand stroking her hair, his voice soft like a midnight whisper:

“Gao Muting is on military duty today…”

“In other words…”

He chuckled lowly, eyes gleaming with warmth and calculation:

“Today, you’re mine—all day long.”

This kind of exclusive time with her was too rare. Honestly, if he could, he’d rather press Wen Nuannuan onto the bed right now and just… well… thoroughly ravish her…

He restrained the tight tension building in his lower abdomen.

—

Back home, he personally changed her into a comfy loungewear set, carefully tucked her into their master bedroom’s big bed, covered her with a blanket, and even turned on her favorite aroma diffuser—rose mint scent, just the way she liked it.

—

When Wen Nuannuan woke up, she sat up dazedly, rubbing her eyes, looking adorably confused.

“Where… where am I?” she mumbled to herself.

At that moment, the door opened. Ye Yibai stepped in, sleeves rolled up, holding a glass of warm milk and a hot towel, wearing his standard gentle-husband smile.

“You’re awake? Have some milk first, I’ll wipe your face for you.”

Wen Nuannuan, still half-asleep, took the milk and drank a sip—then suddenly frowned and stared at him suspiciously.

“Who are you? Don’t tell me… you’re some kind of pervert?”

Ye Yibai blinked, then chuckled. “I’m your husband.”

Wen Nuannuan: “…I have a husband?”

Ye Yibai sat down by the bed, voice soft but helpless. “I’m the second husband you personally chose. The first one is on duty, and the directors at the hospital. Right now, it’s just me—assigned for full-day companionship.”

Wen Nuannuan wrinkled her nose, mumbling like a grade-schooler:

“I really got married? And… to two guys at once?” She couldn’t shake the feeling that she was still single on Earth.

She paused, blinked, and asked suspiciously, “Then… is Director Lu the third backup husband?”

Ye Yibai: …Should he talk to Gao Muting about how to eliminate that Lu guy?

He took a deep breath, smiling with a twitching mouth. “Wife, can you please just remember—I’m the official one. I’m not here to compete for ranking.”

Wen Nuannuan scratched her hair. “I remember you now.”

He smiled and ruffled her hair. “As long as you remember me.”

Wen Nuannuan’s hair was a mess after his petting, and she grumbled, “Your names are all too similar… Gao Muting, Ye Yibai, Lu Haonan—three characters each, I’m so confused…”

Ye Yibai pinched her cheek gently, his voice low and full of indulgence:

“No need to be confused. The three of us will make our own duty roster.”

“All you need to do—is enjoy being our wife.”

Wen Nuannuan blinked suspiciously. “Wait, you guys really do take shifts? Then when’s my ‘husband-free weekend’?”

Ye Yibai raised a brow. “You want husband-free time? Sure, then let’s make it a three-man clock-in schedule from Monday to Saturday, and leave Sunday open. Sound good?”

Wen Nuannuan burst out laughing, like a kitten that just licked some cream. “You guys—this ‘husband union’ of yours—is just too funny.”

“So, whose shift is it today?”

Ye Yibai leaned closer, voice low and laced with suggestiveness. “Today’s my shift. And it’s—24-hour full-body companionship.”

He moved closer, his breath brushing her lips, eyes dark. “Wife, since you’re awake, don’t I deserve a little ‘wake-up reward’?”

Before she could react, a soft kiss landed on her lips.

It was slow, gentle, but filled with a long-missed possessiveness and tenderness. As if he was afraid of startling her, yet had been holding back so long he finally found a place to land.

She stared at him blankly, her ears quietly turning red.

“…You, you just kissed me.”

“Mm. I did,” he nodded confidently. “That’s called a ‘morning kiss for beloved wives.’ Medically, it boosts happy hormones, strengthens immunity, and helps prevent amnesia.”

Wen Nuannuan glared at him. “You’re even explaining kisses with medical logic?! Did Director brainwash you?!”

Ye Yibai gave her an innocent look, but leaned in even closer. “The Director talks medicine. I speak romance science. We have different responsibilities.”

“And I—specialize in treating wives who love to play dumb.”

He then stole a second, deeper kiss, leaving Wen Nuannuan dizzy and dazed.

She looked at him in shock, cheeks red down to her ears. Still breathless, she covered her mouth. “You—you almost made me pass out!”

Ye Yibai blinked innocently, still using that soft voice:

“Mm, if I didn’t kiss you, how would I know you were really awake?”

Wen Nuannuan: “…”

She grabbed a pillow and smacked him. “You… you! Acting all innocent, but you’re really—just a wolf in sheep’s clothing!”

Ye Yibai caught the pillow with practiced ease and neatly set it aside, still looking like a gentleman:

“How am I in disguise? You picked me yourself. Signed the marriage papers. You personally raised this obedient, loyal… big-tailed wolf.”

Wen Nuannuan glared. “You admit it?! So, it was premeditated!”

Ye Yibai nodded seriously. “Premeditated. From the first moment I saw you, I decided—I’d slowly devour you completely, for the rest of my life.”

—In every possible way, he added silently, but I’ll let her ease into it first.

He even added, righteously, “All within the bounds of law—medically certified as a healthy relationship.”

Wen Nuannuan twitched at the corners of her mouth, pulling the blanket over herself until only her big eyes were peeking out. “You—you belong in some post-marriage psychological danger manual! Chapter 2: Looks Refined, Flirts Invisibly!”

Ye Yibai couldn’t hide his smile as he leaned closer and tapped her forehead with his knuckle:

“Got it memorized? I’m Ye Yibai. The ‘refined on the surface, dangerous underneath’ type of husband. Specializing in runaway wives, feigned amnesia, and mouth-says-no-but-body-says-yes syndrome.”

He paused, then his expression softened seriously:

“But… I only act this way with you.”

Wen Nuannuan: “…”

—Her face was red enough to fry an egg on.

“If you keep talking like that, I’m seriously gonna believe you secretly studied romance novels for flirting tips…”

Ye Yibai smiled like he just won the whole world.