Even in the most decent families, a daughter-in-law is still just a daughter-in-law, always held in the palm of the mother-in-law's hand. His mother, that kind of mother-in-law, was never seen in the whole village. She was so gentle that Huang Zhaodi managed to control her and rode on her head.
Thinking about his precious daughter being treated like a little daughter-in-law by someone else made him want to pack up and take her away. He understood his daughter somewhat, knowing that she was smart, but no one had taught her the ways of the world—she had learned them by sneaking observations and figuring things out herself. If she ever misunderstood and thought it was okay for a mother-in-law to torment a daughter-in-law like that, then he'd have to plan carefully.
