Chapter 2The Dead Star's Livestream

The ambulance came and went.

Because I was already stone cold.

The police came too, ruled out homicide—after all, I really had a heart attack, although this heart attack came strangely.

My body was transported back to the mansion, temporarily placed in the living room.

Sam said, she wanted me to leave "with dignity", set up a memorial in the house, let fans and friends come to pay respects.

Dignity?

She chose my ugliest black photo as my memorial portrait.

In the photo, I was rolling my eyes, mouth crooked, a screenshot from a variety show where I was pranked.

She enlarged this photo to thirty inches, hung it right in the center of the memorial hall.

The memorial was decorated "grandly".

The room was full of yellow chrysanthemums I hated most, the smell making me want to vomit.

Sam wore a haute couture black dress, exquisite makeup, standing at the door receiving guests.

Rather than a funeral, it was more like her personal runway show.

Dozens of waves of reporters came.

Flashbulbs clicking, all filming Sam who "fainted from crying three times".

"Miss Samantha, did Lexi Lin have any last wishes?"

Sam wiped the corner of her eye with no tears: "Lexi said... what she regretted most in her life was letting down her fans, she wanted to donate all her last savings..."

Bullshit!

When did I say that?

"Then how will her inheritance be distributed?"

Sam sobbed: "Lexi trusted me, made a verbal will before she died, all assets handed over to me to manage, for charity funds..."

I floated above Sam's head, wanting to spit on her.

Just then, the main door was smashed open with a BANG.

A man wearing a tattered denim jacket, sweating profusely, rushed in.

It was Luke.

My biological brother.

The person I hated most when I was alive.

He was a gambler, a rogue, every time he sought me out it was money, money, money.

The last WeChat message before I died was from him: "Sis, give me another fifty thousand, last time, beg you!"

I didn't reply then, blocked him directly.

Now he came.

Must be here to split the inheritance.

"Samantha!"

Luke, red-eyed, rushed towards Sam like a mad bull.

"Where's my sister? Where is my sister?!"

Sam shrank back in fear, bodyguards immediately surrounded him.

"Luke? What are you doing here? The person Lexi least wanted to see alive was you!" Sam screamed.

Luke ignored her completely, pushed away the bodyguards, went straight for the coffin.

He saw me lying inside.

At that moment, I saw this six-foot man's legs go soft, kneeling directly on the ground.

"Sis..."

His trembling hand wanted to touch my face, but dared not.

"Sis, get up, don't scare me..."

"I got the money, really got it, don't die..."

What is he saying?

What money got?

Wasn't he asking me for money?

Luke suddenly turned his head, staring dead at Sam, eyes fierce enough to eat people.

"It's you! Did you kill her?!"

Sam immediately hid behind the reporters' cameras, trembling.

"Luke, don't spit blood! I know you need money, but you can't use your sister's death to extort!"

Reporters' cameras instantly aimed at Luke.

"Is this Lexi Lin's vampire brother?"

"Heard he owed a pile of gambling debts, causing Lexi Lin to be scolded for years."

"Coming at this time, must be wanting the inheritance."

Luke ignored those cameras, he rushed up and grabbed Sam's collar.

"Where's her medicine! I ask you, where's her medicine!"

"That imported medicine I gave you last week! Did you give it to her!"

Medicine?

I froze.

I have congenital heart disease, only family knows this.

Last week, Sam indeed gave me a bottle of medicine, saying Luke asked her to bring it to me.

She said: "Your brother said he got this special medicine from abroad, don't know if it's true or fake, hope it's not poison."

I was angry at the time, felt Luke had no good intentions, threw it aside casually, continued taking the "vitamins" Sam bought me.

Sam's eyes flickered, pushed Luke away hard.

"What medicine? I don't know what you're talking about! Luke, you're crazy for money!"

She cried to the camera: "Everyone judge! Lexi's bones aren't cold yet, her own brother comes to make a scene at the memorial, opening his mouth about medicine and money, is this human?"

Discussion around grew louder.

"Animal."

"Lexi Lin is so miserable, having such a brother."

Luke trembled with anger.

He took out a dirty plastic bag from his bosom, inside was a stack of crumpled receipts.

"I didn't ask for money! This is money I sold the old house for, and moved bricks at the construction site! I went to buy medicine for her!"

"Doctor said that medicine could save her life! One shot costs twenty thousand! I scraped it together! I really scraped it together!"

He scattered the pile of money and receipts on the ground.

Red bills, mixed with the smell of soil.

Floating in mid-air, I looked at the money on the ground, brain buzzing.

Those receipts read: Heart Valve Repair Agent (Imported).

Date was three days ago.

That day, he messaged me asking for fifty thousand.

Not gambling debt.

It was my life-saving money short of fifty thousand.

And I, blocked him.

My soul trembled violently.

Turns out, the brother I always treated as trash, sold house and blood to save me.

And Sam, whom I treated as a sister, swapped the medicine for vitamins, watching me walk towards death.

Sam screamed, winked at the bodyguards.

"Kick him out! Don't let him disturb Lexi's soul!"

Four burly men rushed up, pinned Luke down.

Luke struggled desperately, head hitting the corner of the coffin, blood flowing.

"Samantha! You will die badly! I want to call the police! I want an autopsy!"

"Gag him!" Sam panicked.

Luke was dragged out, thrown like a dead dog at the villa gate.

Gate closed.

Sam tidied her messed hair, showed a poignant smile to the camera.

"Sorry, let everyone see a joke. Family ugliness shouldn't be publicized, Lexi had a hard life, having such family..."

Livestream bullet comments scrolled:

[Heartache for Sam!]

[Protect the world's best bestie!]

[Luke go die! Vampire!]

I floated in the air, looking at the screen full of abuse, looking at Sam's hypocritical face.

I wanted to kill.

But I was just a puff of air.