Chapter 280 You’re a Grown Man, Why Are You Arguing with Two Women?

It was rare for Song Jingmo to have a day off, and Lu Er had also turned down all engagements. The two of them decided to take Lu Ming out for some fresh air.

The little one was most excited about going out. As soon as he heard they were going to an amusement park, he was so thrilled that he barely ate lunch properly.

He kept running circles around Lu Er’s legs, chanting over and over, “Slide, slide, slide!”

Lu Er felt dizzy from all the spinning, and Song Jingmo scooped up the little guy into his arms: “Drink some water first, let your uncle go change clothes.”

Lu Ming obediently opened his mouth, but his eyes stayed fixed on the doorway, afraid they might change their minds.

On their way out, Song Jingmo carried the diaper bag filled with wet wipes, water bottles, and spare clothes.

Lu Er held Lu Ming’s hand as he carried his little dinosaur backpack, and the three of them leisurely made their way to the children’s playground.

The playground wasn’t big, but it had everything a child could want.

Slides, swings, a sandbox, climbing frames—everything was there.

Lu Ming, once inside, ran like a little puppy straight for his favorite slide.

Lu Er climbed the slides with him a few times, swung on the swings for a while, and sweat formed on his forehead.

He took Lu Ming’s hand and walked over to where Song Jingmo was sitting on a bench. “Watch him for a bit, I’m going to get some milk tea. I’m parched.”

Lu Ming raised his tiny hands and hugged Song Jingmo’s leg, his voice high and sweet: “Uncle, play with me!”

Caught off guard, Song Jingmo stiffened for a moment.

He had been making an effort to get along with Lu Ming, but the little guy always treated him with a cautious curiosity, unlike how he clung shamelessly to Lu Er.

Now that Lu Ming reached out willingly, Song Jingmo felt a soft little tug at his heart.

He lifted him up and warned Lu Er, “Don’t drink too much ice-cold stuff.”

“Got it, got it,” Lu Er replied perfunctorily, then crouched down and said to Lu Ming, “Uncle’s going to get some milk tea. Be good for him, alright?”

Lu Ming waved his little hand: “Bye-bye, Uncle!”

Song Jingmo carried him to the slide area and set him down. “Go play.”

Lu Ming let go and ran to the slide with rapid little steps.

A little girl in a pink puffy dress, her hair tied in two braids, was sitting at the top of the slide, peering down nervously, hesitant to go.

Lu Ming waited behind her, growing a bit impatient as she remained frozen.

In his sweet little voice, he shouted: “Sister, slide! Slide!”

The girl’s grandmother stood below, looking up encouragingly: “Don’t be afraid, darling, I’ll catch you!”

Finally, the little girl mustered her courage, closed her eyes, and slid down.

Lu Ming immediately followed, climbing up quickly and sliding down with agility.

The two children played a few rounds and gradually grew more comfortable.

The little girl admired this slightly younger but much braver boy and followed him up and down the slide.

After sliding down, Lu Ming stood up, dusted off his bottom, and ran back to the slide’s stairs to go again.

The girl hurried to catch up, running too fast, and stepped on her long skirt.

She lost her balance and fell onto the soft mat beside the slide, scraping her knee on the plastic edge, which turned red.

“Waaah—”

The little girl cried loudly.

A young woman in a floral dress and an elderly woman with permed hair rushed over almost simultaneously.

“Darling, what happened?”

The young woman picked her up and checked her over.

“Grandma, check where she hurt herself.”

The elderly woman leaned in, her face creased with concern.

The girl was sobbing, pointing to her knee: “It hurts… wah… it hurts…”

Indeed, there was a small scrape, but it was only minor.

The grandmother’s gaze then landed on the confused Lu Ming.

The little boy stared with wide eyes at the crying girl, clearly not understanding what had happened.

“Did you push her?”

The grandmother’s voice rose eight octaves. “Did you push my granddaughter down? How can a child be this bad!”

Startled, Lu Ming took a step back, tears welling up in his eyes, his little lips trembling as he shook his head vigorously.

The young woman frowned, holding her daughter. “Why are you bullying her? Did our darling do anything to you?”

Song Jingmo was on a call from the hospital. Hearing the commotion, he quickly hung up.

Striding over, he crouched down, pulling Lu Ming into his arms and checked him carefully.

Luckily, he wasn’t hurt.

The little guy was just scared, tears streaming down his face.

“Don’t cry, Uncle’s here.”

Song Jingmo gently wiped the tears from Lu Ming’s face, his voice soft and tender.

Lu Ming clutched Song Jingmo’s shirt, sniffling miserably: “Uncle… I didn’t push… sister… fell on her own…”

He spoke in broken fragments, but the meaning was clear.

Song Jingmo turned to the mother and grandmother: “The child says he didn’t push anyone. Kids playing together will bump and stumble—that’s normal.”

“If you’re worried, you can take her to the hospital. I’ll pay for it. But please don’t falsely accuse my child.”

The little girl’s mother had been furious, but when she looked at Song Jingmo, she paused.

The man in front of her wore a simple white T-shirt and light gray casual pants, his features refined, his demeanor gentle.

He spoke politely, leaving no room for anger.

Her anger dissipated significantly, her tone softening: “She does get a bit careless when she runs…”

The grandmother, displeased, raised her voice again: “What do you mean? Are you saying my granddaughter fell by herself and it’s our fault?”

“I saw your child push my granddaughter. As an adult, you condone this? Hurting someone and lying at such a young age? What will they be like when they grow up?”

Her words grew more agitated, drawing glances from nearby parents.

“I tell you, this can’t be left like this!”

Her voice sharp: “Apologize! Compensate! If you don’t explain, I’m not done today.”

Lu Ming, terrified by the fierce scene, buried his little face in Song Jingmo’s neck, trembling.

Song Jingmo frowned. “Ma’am, I’ll say it again: the child said he didn’t push anyone. You can’t falsely accuse a three-year-old.”

The grandmother pointed at Song Jingmo, dissatisfied. “A three-year-old can’t lie? Kids are mature these days!”

“I know my child best. If he says he didn’t push, he didn’t. If you insist on claiming you saw it, I’ll have no choice but to check the surveillance.”

He pointed to a camera above the slide. The grandmother’s arrogance visibly faltered.

But midway through her tantrum, she couldn’t back down gracefully.

She spun around: “You’re a grown man, why are you arguing with two women? Are we not women to be bullied?”

“And where’s the mother? Have her come out. I want to talk to her. What can a grown man understand about taking care of children?”