I love my dog more than my boyfriend

I bought my puppy a two-thousand-dollar outfit. My boyfriend completely lost it. He raged, "My entire outfit isn't even worth two thousand, and you spent that much on an animal? We're from ordinary families! I work myself to the bone to support you, buy you a house and clothes, and this is how you waste my money?" I slapped him across the face. "Support me? Is taking me for hotpot and being too cheap to order any meat what you call 'support'? Is this house you owned before we even met 'buying me a house'? And you know perfectly well those clothes weren't from you—they were your sister's hand-me-downs!" "Excuse me. *You're* from an ordinary family. I'm not." Time to lay my cards on the table. No more pretending. I'm the daughter of the richest man in the country.