From then on, a peculiar sight appeared in the wounded soldiers' camp of the Northern Army. Whenever Dr. Xiao treated a seriously wounded male soldier, the tall and imposing General Lu would stand with his arms crossed, like a gatekeeper, expressionless, at the doorway or in a corner. His eyes were sharp as knives, and he exuded a chilling aura that kept strangers at bay, causing all soldiers who wanted to approach to keep their distance. But he strictly adhered to the "three rules," remaining silent, only staring intently at An An's busy figure and the "lucky" (or rather, unlucky) wounded patient under her care with his extremely imposing eyes, as if warning her with his gaze: This is my wife! You better behave yourself!

An'an was already used to this, and even found it a little funny. She focused on her work, occasionally glancing up to meet Lu Xiao's "fierce" gaze, and would give him a helpless glare, earning him an awkward expression of grievance mixed with forced seriousness. The soldiers privately joked, "Watching General Lu on guard duty is more invigorating than eating ten bowls of mutton soup!"

An'an had just put three energetic little ones to sleep and was exhausted, her back aching. When Lu Xiao returned to his room after finishing his military duties, he saw his wife rubbing her lower back, looking tired as she leaned against the soft couch.

He frowned habitually, strode over, pulled An'an up without a word, sat down himself, then pressed her onto his lap, his large hands expertly covering her lower back, massaging her with moderate pressure.

"Mmm..." An An sighed comfortably, leaning against him like a lazy cat, "My husband is the best."

Lu Xiao snorted, his hands continuing their work, but his tone was sarcastic: "You know I'm good to you? That new soldier from earlier today only had a minor scrape, did you really have to personally bandage him up and smile at him so gently?"

An'an was both amused and exasperated. She turned around and cupped his face in her hands: "General Lu! He's only fifteen years old, still a child! He's crying from the pain. As his doctor, am I supposed to scold him with a stern face?"

“Not even the child!” Lu Xiao declared righteously. “His eyes almost popped out when he saw you smile at him! From now on, let the apprentice do the bandaging! You are the general’s wife, and even more so, my wife! Only I can see your smile!” He declared domineeringly, then lowered his head and kissed her lips heavily, with a hint of punishment in his voice.

An'an was both annoyed and amused by his persistent jealousy, and deliberately said, "Oh? That night when Han'er cried and fussed, I held her and comforted her, and I couldn't even smile at her?"

Lu Xiao choked, thinking of his sweet and soft little daughter, his momentum immediately weakened by three points, but he still forced himself to stand up: "Han'er...Han'er is an exception! But not for too long! After she falls asleep, she has to be mine!" He tightened his arms, holding An'an even tighter in his arms, his chin rubbing against the top of her head, his voice muffled, "An'an, you have no idea, during the day I see you being nice to others in the military camp, and then you still have to wait in line when you come back at night...My heart is so sour it could open a vinegar jar!"

An'an was amused by his pitiful tone, her heart softening completely. She raised her head and kissed his tightly pursed lips, her voice soft and seductive: "Alright, alright, jealous general, I know I was wrong... Tonight, the children are all asleep, I... will only smile at you, general, and only coax you, okay?" Her slender fingers slipped restlessly inside his clothes.

Lu Xiao's eyes darkened instantly, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he growled, "You said it yourself!" He scooped her up in his arms and strode towards the inner room. As for the little soldier with the scraped skin? The General Lu, consumed by jealousy, had long forgotten about him.