"What? Really?" Moonji's eyes lit up with delight upon hearing that the mysterious guy did indeed have one million dollars to pay her. Her jubilation was hard to hide. "Well, I hope you're not lying about the one million things. I take money very seriously," she stated with her signature arrogance, a hint of a smirk playing on her lips as she addressed Kai.

Kai, with his enigmatic aura, responded with a hint of amusement, "Who do you think I am?" He posed the question in English, which momentarily caught Moonji off guard. She hesitated for a moment, her mind racing to translate his words. In response, she simply offered him a small, inscrutable smile, as if she had fully grasped his meaning.

With a casual farewell, Moonji began to walk away, leaving Kai behind without so much as a glance in his direction. Kyungsoo assisted his friend to the gate, their body language indicating a deep familiarity and camaraderie. A few minutes later, a sleek and expensive black car glided gracefully to a stop in front of Kai. The vehicle exuded an air of luxury that was unmistakable. It was clear that this car belonged to him.

Kai exchanged a parting handshake with Kyungsoo before sliding into the opulent car. He issued a final instruction to his friend: "Make sure she does not run away with the money later." Kyungsoo nodded firmly in response. "Get her into my school tomorrow."

Meanwhile, Moonji remained in her classroom, her eyes seemingly fixed on her teacher as the seconds ticked away. However, her mind was not aligned with the lesson; instead, her thoughts meandered elsewhere. When the bell finally rang, she abruptly rose from her seat, hastily packing her belongings. It was time for her to head home.

But just as she was about to leave, Mrs. Kang, her class teacher, halted her with an unexpected revelation. "Moonji, I received a letter stating that you will be transferred to another school tomorrow. Is this true?" Mrs. Kang inquired, her expression a mix of curiosity and concern. Moonji's eyebrows furrowed in bewilderment. What was going on?

Suddenly, Moonji's internal struggle intensified. She was well aware of her penchant for flaunting her perceived affluence, and the prospect of transferring to a school filled with heiresses, millionaires, and billionaires sent her heart racing. The mere mention of SM International Private Colleges made her feel as though she had just discovered a hidden treasure, one that would allow her to maintain the facade she had so meticulously crafted.

As Mrs. Kang revealed more about the prestigious institution, Moonji couldn't contain the excitement bubbling up within her. The vision of herself strolling through the corridors of SM International Private Colleges, adorned in the latest designer fashion, mingling with the elite, and keeping up appearances overwhelmed her. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation, and her heart raced as if she were about to embark on the adventure of a lifetime.

"Ommooo~~~Really???" Moonji's voice quivered with enthusiasm, and her face lit up by an exuberant smile that could have outshone a thousand suns. Her emotions, like a rollercoaster, carried her from the depths of uncertainty to the dizzying heights of her ambitions. It was an opportunity she couldn't pass up—an opportunity to showcase her fabricated identity as a member of the elite.

She practically skipped her way home, the world around her seemingly transformed into a realm of boundless possibilities. Yet, beneath her jubilant exterior, an internal battle raged. Moonji knew that her newfound chance at SM International Private Colleges came with the risk of exposure. Her deep-seated fear of being unmasked as a girl from a modest background clashed with her yearning for the opulent lifestyle she had always coveted.

The weight of her dual existence bore down on her, and for a fleeting moment, doubt flickered in her eyes. Would she be able to keep up the pretence in this new, intimidating environment? The uncertainty gnawed at her, but she brushed it aside with a determined smile, determined to seize the opportunity to reinvent herself once more.

A sharply dressed chauffeur in a crisply tailored tuxedo approached and opened the car door with a graceful sweep of his hand, extending an invitation to Moonji. She hesitated for a brief moment, her suspicion momentarily overshadowing her curiosity. Yet, realizing the potential for conflict, she decided to cautiously accept the offer.

As Moonji stepped into the car, she couldn't help but feel a mixture of awe and trepidation. The plush leather seats enveloped her in luxurious comfort, and the scent of the fine leather upholstery filled the air. The interior was adorned with polished wood accents and subtle ambient lighting, creating an atmosphere of refined elegance.

Seated beside her was Kim Joong In, the enigmatic figure who had entered her life so abruptly. His gaze remained fixed on the passing scenery outside the tinted windows, his profile highlighted by the soft, diffused light within the car. Moonji, her curiosity intensifying, finally broke the silence with a hint of suspicion in her voice.

"Kim Jongin? What do you want?" Her words held a mixture of curiosity and wariness as she ventured to inquire about his intentions.

With a calm and matter-of-fact tone, Kai disclosed his plans, his voice resonating with an air of authority that seemed to echo within the confines of the luxurious car. "You are going to be my girlfriend. You'll start attending my school tomorrow and stay at my house for as long as I need you to be there. My friend, Kyungsoo, has prepared all your documents." His command was assertive, leaving little room for negotiation.

"But, we barely know each other," She said as she looked a little confused by his serious offer. Did the man really think she was someone who would date someone because of his money? But right now, she needs money to support her survivability.

"Just think like I am paying you for your service. You'll be acting like my real girlfriend at my school," He muttered it shortly before saying. "Take it or leave it?" 

Yet, Moonji was not one to yield without a fight. "But I need to pack my things first," she protested, her determination clear in her voice.

Kai, showing a semblance of patience amid the tension that had begun to simmer between them, replied, "You don't need those cheap things. We'll buy you plenty of new clothes." His words were laced with a hint of exasperation, and the air in the car seemed to thicken with the unspoken complexities of their newfound arrangement. Moonji, however, persisted, her demand a testament to her unyielding spirit.

"At least, let me take a few undergarments..." She pressed on, her voice unwavering, as if determined to assert control over this unforeseen twist in her life.

Kai relented, his acquiescence marked by a subtle sigh. "Fine, whatever you want." The tension between them hung in the air, a silent reminder that their worlds had collided in a way neither of them had anticipated.