He Jingze’s expression hardened. “You and Ruanruan—” “It’s Lin Ruan,” Gu Minxing corrected him, his voice laced with ice. “You’re a man about to be married, Mr. He. It’s best not to be so familiar with other women.” The warning in his tone was unmistakable. The words caught in He Jingze’s throat; he didn’t dare challenge Gu Minxing directly, but a surge of bitter frustration welled up inside him.