After establishing their relationship, the two got along even more sweetly, but this was accompanied by Lu Xiaoshizi's growing possessiveness.

That day, Lu Xiao took An'an back to the Marshal's Mansion for dinner. The atmosphere at the dinner was harmonious, and Luo Qingrou was overjoyed to see the young couple exchanging loving glances. During the meal, General Zhou, a deputy general who had followed Lu Zheng for many years (a forthright and generous person who was acquainted with An'an through their medical skills), casually asked An'an about a prescription for treating rheumatism, and the two chatted for a while longer.

"Dr. An, my father used the medicinal wine you prescribed last time, and said his legs felt much warmer! It's just that the taste was a bit strong..." General Zhou said with a smile.

“General Zhou, I’ve made a slight adjustment to the medicinal wine recipe. I’ve added some licorice root to neutralize the spiciness without diminishing the effect, and the taste will be better. I’ll prepare it and send it to you tomorrow,” An’an explained.

"That's wonderful! Dr. An is truly a miracle worker with a kind heart! Let's drink to that!"

An'an smiled and raised her teacup in return, her attitude natural and generous. This was just an ordinary doctor-patient interaction.

However, Lu Xiao, sitting next to An An, gradually darkened his expression. Watching An An smile so gently at another man, and seeing the undisguised admiration in General Zhou's eyes when he looked at An An, he felt a surge of anger rising within him! Especially since An An had promised to deliver medicine to that guy tomorrow! Why?!

For the remainder of the meal, Lu Xiao remained silent, shoveling rice into his mouth, radiating a low, unapproachable aura. When An An spoke to him, he merely responded with perfunctory "uh-huh" and "oh," not even sparing her a glance.

An'an was confused and a little aggrieved. Luo Qingrou and Lu Zheng exchanged a knowing look, while Lu Qi chuckled to himself, as if watching a good show.

After dinner, Luo Qingrou asked An'an to stay at the mansion for the night: "An'an, it's getting late and the roads to the military camp are dark. Why don't you stay here tonight and keep Aunt Luo company?"

An An looked at Lu Xiao, who still had a stern face and exuded coldness, hesitated for a moment, and then nodded: "Okay, thank you, Aunt Luo."

That evening, An'an was arranged to stay in an elegant guest room not far from Lu Xiao. After washing up, she sat under the lamp reading a book, still thinking about Lu Xiao's inexplicable temper, feeling somewhat sullen.

Suddenly, there was a gentle knock on the window.

An'an was startled: "Who?"

"It's me." Lu Xiao's deliberately lowered voice came from outside the window, carrying a hint of barely perceptible grievance and urgency.

An'an walked to the window and opened it a crack. Lu Xiao nimbly slipped in, bringing with him the cool air of the night dew.

"Are you crazy! What if someone sees us!" An'an said in a low voice, both shocked and embarrassed.

Lu Xiao didn't speak. He turned around and closed the window, then pulled An'an into his arms, holding her tightly. He rested his chin on the top of her head, his voice muffled, filled with jealousy and grievance: "You were chatting quite happily with that guy surnamed Zhou, weren't you? You even smiled at him? And you promised to deliver medicine to him?"

An'an suddenly realized what it was all about! She was both angry and amused, and struggled to push him away: "Lu Xiao! Are you being unreasonable! That's General Zhou! His father has a leg problem, what's wrong with me prescribing medicine for him? I'm a military doctor!"

"I don't care!" Lu Xiao hugged her even tighter, like a big dog guarding its food, rubbing against her neck. "You're mine! You can only smile at me! You can only prepare my medicine! No... you don't even need to prepare the medicine, you just need to look at me!"

"Childish!" An'an was both amused and exasperated by his childish words, but her heart softened. "General Zhou is over forty, and his son is older than you. What are you being so jealous about?"

"That won't do!" Lu Xiao raised his head, looking at her stubbornly. "Anyway, I don't like you looking at other people! I don't like you smiling at other people! An'an..." His voice lowered, carrying a hint of unease and vulnerability, as he cupped her face in his hands. "You promised me, you're mine. You can't go back on your word."

Seeing the undisguised possessiveness and slight anxiety in his eyes, An'an's last bit of anger dissipated, replaced by a bittersweet sense of satisfaction. She sighed, wrapped her arms around his waist, buried her face in his chest, and said in a muffled voice, filled with helplessness and indulgence, "Silly girl... I promised you, and I won't go back on my word. General Zhou is an elder, and a patient. My smile... is only for you, and it's special."

Lu Xiao's body jolted, a surge of joy instantly washing away all his jealousy and unease. He lowered his head, eagerly searching for her lips: "Really? Then prove it to me..."