CHAPTER 1550: CHAPTER 1602: A HIGH FIVE AS A PROMISE

Sarama quickly said: "Truly the Golden Eagle, the great hero in my heart, whether on the battlefield or in matters of love, you’re the best of the best!"

A delicate princess gave a thumbs up, praising Li Yifei for being quite adept at winning over women. Even with his thick skin, he felt a bit flushed, especially since Sarama was so serious without a hint of teasing.

After a moment of silence, Sarama suddenly looked up, her eyes shining as she glanced at Li Yifei and asked, "Golden Eagle, are all your wives Huaxia people?"

"Yes, they’re all Huaxia people!"

"Oh... will they mind having a foreign wife?" Sarama asked, her body trembling slightly, showing her excitement at that moment.

Uh... Li Yifei was stuck, he understood Sarama’s intention very well, but this was hard to respond to. If he said they wouldn’t mind, it would give Sarama hope, but if he said they would mind, it was a bit too direct.

Seeing Sarama’s passionate gaze, Li Yifei looked away.

Sarama naturally understood Li Yifei’s silence. She pursed her lips, smiled slightly, and said, "I hope you don’t mind. I like you, but I won’t destroy anything. I’ve always hoped that a hero like the Golden Eagle can have a better life, in life and career. So, please don’t take this as a burden!"

Hearing Sarama say this so openly, Li Yifei actually felt a bit embarrassed. He grinned, nodded, and said, "It’s my reaction that’s a bit much. I didn’t know what to say. First of all, I hope the life you choose is one you like, and then, I hope your future is happy and joyful."

Sarama giggled and said, "Alright, no need to be so deep. I just wanted to tell you that I like you, otherwise, I’m afraid you wouldn’t know. I’ve also imagined finding you and living a happy life, like in fairy tales where the princess and dragon-slaying hero go through trials to finally be together and live happily, having children, living life. But those are just fantasies. Don’t you allow a girl to have her own dreams?"

Li Yifei rubbed his hands and said, "Of course, of course."

Sarama nodded her chin and said, "Hmm, it must be my approach that’s wrong. I know that Eastern women tend to be reserved, like Sister Wu. But I think if you like someone, you should tell them. Otherwise, if you miss out on someone because of a little shyness, isn’t that more regrettable?"

Li Yifei laughed heartily and said, "Exactly, that’s how it is. However, most men like bold women. It’s just that... I already have a lot of wives now, and I promised them I wouldn’t find them more sisters, otherwise there wouldn’t be room at home."

Sarama lowered her head to tidy her hair, her passionate gaze faded considerably, hard to conceal her disappointment. When she looked up again, she had already returned to how she was just now. Sarama changed the topic to Li Yifei’s purpose in coming to Dubai. She frowned and said, "Did you really come here just for... tourism?"

"No, there are some other purposes, but they should be completed quickly." Li Yifei said.

Sarama nodded very seriously and said, "May I ask what it is? If there’s anything I can help you with, I will do my best. Plus, as friends, you shouldn’t feel embarrassed."

Li Yifei also said seriously, "I will, if I can’t handle it myself, I’ll ask for your help."

"Great, if you need people, I can bring a troop. If it’s money, I don’t have much, but Sashar has plenty, and I can ask my father to sponsor some. If it’s something else, I think I can figure out a way. After all, this is my territory." Sarama said eagerly.

Looking at the enthusiastic Sarama, Li Yifei zoned out for a moment. He thought, no wonder they say raising daughters is a losing investment... Sarama is an example.

Of course, that’s just a joke. Li Yifei certainly didn’t think so; his daughters are treasures given by the heavens, and every girl is her parents’ treasure, definitely not a losing bet or anything of the sort.

After zoning out, Sarama extended her small hand to Li Yifei and said, "Clap on it."

"Alright!" Li Yifei raised his hand and high-fived Sarama. After they finished clapping, they exchanged a glance and suddenly both laughed.

This childish gesture made them both laugh.

In another room down the hall, Wu Shuwei, who had already fallen asleep, suddenly furrowed her brows. In her dream she saw Li Yifei and Sarama holding hands, strolling the streets of Dubai. She floated above, watching everything from a god’s-eye view, feeling unhappy. Then, lying in bed, she pouted and frowned, her small fists clenched as if ready to hit something at any moment.

Li Yifei and Sarama chatted for a while. The more Sarama talked, the more she felt that the Golden Eagle was really a good man, better and better as she observed. When he was imposing, everyone gave way; when he was gentle, he was warm like a spring breeze; when he was warm, he made one feel warm all over; when he was angry, blood surely flowed like a river.

But the night was already deep, and Sarama had to leave. She really didn’t want to leave, especially since through tonight’s conversation, she also felt Li Yifei’s intent to reject her, though she didn’t have any thought of giving up.

She thought about staying tonight with her hero. If she could get pregnant, that would be best, as she could then transfer part of her thoughts about the Golden Eagle to the child. If she couldn’t get pregnant, having this night would lessen her regrets.

However, she still didn’t say this out loud, even though she really didn’t want to get up. If she missed tonight, would there be a better chance later? Sarama didn’t know.

Sarama had the boldness and directness of a Western woman, but ultimately, she was still a woman. If at this moment, Li Yifei asked her to stay, Sarama would definitely not refuse...

But instead, Li Yifei also stood up without saying anything to make her stay, and Sarama followed suit, stepping out. When she reached the door, she turned around, looked at Li Yifei, and said, "Can you tell me your real name? If it’s not convenient, you don’t have to."

Li Yifei said, "There’s nothing inconvenient about it. My name is Li Yifei, L-I-Y-I-F-E-I. Those three letters spell out my pronunciation. You can also call me Yifei, or Li, it’s more concise."

Sarama sniffled and said, "Thank you, I will remember it."

In certain circles, everyone knows the Golden Eagle, but not the three words Li Yifei. After all, it’s a secret. Sarama felt that Li Yifei didn’t hesitate to tell her this, which was a form of trust.

"Alright, rest early, see you tomorrow," Li Yifei said.

Sarama spread her arms and hugged Li Yifei. This time she didn’t seek Li Yifei’s permission. After hugging him, she even gave him a quick peck on the cheek, making a ’pop’ before swiftly turning and pushing the door to her room open and walking in.

Once inside, Sarama’s eyes were a bit red. She covered her face with her hands, rubbing forcefully. In her heart, she told herself not to give up, as the battle had just begun. As for what kind of battle this was, even Sarama wasn’t sure.

Back in his room, Li Yifei went to the bathroom to look in the mirror, checking the spot on his cheek still warm and fragrant. He found there was no lipstick mark left. Li Yifei looked at his reflection and said, "Brother, you really are a gentleman, holding back like that."

Sarama was definitely a stunning beauty. Dubai’s royal family was known for handsome and beautiful offspring, and Sarama was the most beautiful gem among princesses, at about 1.7 meters tall, with a great figure maintained through regular exercise; extremely attractive. When chatting earlier, Li Yifei thought, if he were still the Golden Eagle from a few years ago, he might have already had a fling with Sarama.

This wasn’t to say Sarama was easy or promiscuous; it was just that she had no defenses when it came to Li Yifei. Otherwise, had such a beauty been wanton, she would have already been pursued by many.

Li Yifei didn’t wash his face. After sitting on the bed for a while, he tidied his clothes and left the room to head downstairs, where he saw Sashar lying on a sofa, enjoying a massage from two beauties. One massaged his feet, and the other his head.

These two beauties were not the same women they met on the plane.

Upon hearing footsteps, Sashar turned around and, seeing Li Yifei, patted the two women beside him, who then got up and left.

Sashar yawned, poured a drink for Li Yifei, and said, "I had someone check it out—there’s indeed someone waiting for you outside. I’ve prepared weapons. Now I have to ask you, have you really decided to go through with it?"

Li Yifei plopped down, unceremoniously picked up the glass, took a large swig, and praised, "Strong stuff."

Then he said, "Why not? Someone wants to kill me, and it wouldn’t be my style not to fight back."

Sashar nodded vigorously and said, "As expected from the Golden Eagle, that kind of character is strong!"

"Don’t worry, it won’t cause too much trouble. Just give them a lesson, otherwise, your uncle won’t honestly give me the money."

"To be honest, Golden Eagle, getting that money won’t be easy, even though I really hope you can retrieve it," Sashar grinned, then added, "That day I didn’t know you were the Golden Eagle, I thought the bet was just a joke. Later, after knowing your identity, I wasn’t sure what to say, just hoping...you stay safe, of course, and my uncle too. Otherwise, it’s not only about the money. If a prince dies an unnatural death, it won’t be a joke. My grandfather would go berserk, not caring whether you are Golden Eagle or anyone else."

"Are you threatening me now?" Li Yifei finished the remaining drink and poured himself another, looking at Sashar, said lightly.