Top-tier celebrity's nightly pampering, the abstinent doctor loses control and spoils her.

Song Jingmo rarely gets a day off, and Lu Er also turned down all her social engagements. The two decided to take Lu Ming out for some fresh air.

The little guy looks forward to going out to play the most. When he heard that we were going to the amusement park, he was so excited that he didn't even eat his lunch properly.

She kept circling around Lu Er's legs, chanting "slide, slide, slide" over and over again.

Lu Er felt dizzy from being spun around, so Song Jingmo scooped the little guy up and held him in his arms: "Have some water first, and let your uncle go change his clothes."

Lu Ming immediately opened his mouth obediently, but his eyes were fixed on the direction of the door, afraid that the two would change their minds.

When she left home, Song Jingmo carried a baby care bag filled with wet wipes, a water bottle, and spare clothes.

Lu Er, holding Lu Ming's hand and carrying a small dinosaur backpack, strolled slowly towards the children's playground as a family of three.

The amusement park is not large, but it has complete facilities.

It has everything: slides, swings, sandpits, climbing frames.

As soon as Lu Ming entered, he was like a puppy running wild, heading straight for his favorite slide.

Lu Er accompanied him up and down the slide a few times, and then swung on the swing for a while, sweat beading on his forehead.

Leading Lu Ming, she walked towards Song Jingmo, who was sitting on a chair: "Watch for a while, I'm going to buy a cup of milk tea, I'm so thirsty."

Lu Ming raised his two chubby little hands, turned around and hugged Song Jingmo's leg, saying in a childish voice, "Uncle, play with me!"

Song Jingmo was caught off guard by the sudden embrace, and his body stiffened slightly for a moment.

Although he tried hard to get along with Lu Ming, the little guy always approached him with a cautious and tentative attitude, unlike his unrestrained affection for Lu Er.

At that moment, Lu Ming took the initiative to hug her, and Song Jingmo's heart felt as if it had been gently poked, softening.

He picked her up and told Lu Er, "Drink less iced drinks."

"Okay, okay."

Lu Er gave a perfunctory reply, then squatted down and instructed Lu Ming, "Uncle's going to buy milk tea. You and Uncle, be good, okay?"

Lu Ming waved his little hand: "Goodbye, Uncle!"

Song Jingmo carried Lu Ming to the slide area and put him down: "Go play."

Lu Ming let go of his hand and ran towards the slide.

A little girl wearing a pink tutu and with two braids was sitting at the top of the slide, looking down with a bit of fear, hesitant to slide down.

Lu Ming was at the back of the line. After waiting for a while, he became a little anxious when he saw that the little girl was not moving.

A child's sweet, childlike voice rang out: "Sister, it's slippery! It's slippery!"

The little girl's grandmother stood at the bottom of the slide, looking up and encouraging her, "Don't be afraid, little one, slide down, Grandma will catch you!"

The little girl finally mustered her courage, closed her eyes, and slid down.

Lu Ming immediately climbed onto the slide and nimbly slid down.

The two little ones played for a few rounds and gradually became familiar with each other.

The little girl admired her younger brother, who was a little smaller than her but very brave, and followed Lu Ming up and down the stairs.

After sliding down, Lu Ming stood up, dusted himself off, and ran towards the top of the slide stairs, ready for another round.

The little girl was in a hurry to catch up, and ran too fast, stepping on her own overly long skirt.

The little body lost its balance and fell headfirst onto the soft mat next to the slide, its knee scraping against the plastic edge of the slide, leaving a small red mark.

"Wow--"

The little girl burst into tears.

A young woman in a floral dress and an elderly woman with curly hair rushed over almost at the same time.

"Darling, what's wrong?"

The young woman picked up the little girl and checked her over.

"Grandma, let me see, where did you fall?"

The old lady also went over, her face contorted with heartache.

The little girl cried so hard she could barely breathe, pointing to her knee: "It hurts... Waaah... It hurts..."

There was indeed a red patch on my knee, and the skin was broken, but it was just a minor abrasion.

The old lady's gaze swept over the bewildered deer beside her.

The little guy stared wide-eyed at the crying little girl, clearly not understanding what was happening.

"Did you push it?"

The old woman's voice suddenly rose eight octaves, "Did you push my granddaughter down? How could you be such a bad child!"

Lu Ming was so frightened that he took a step back, his big eyes instantly filled with tears, his little mouth pouting, and he shook his head desperately.

The young woman, holding the little girl, frowned: "Why are you bullying us, child? What did our little girl do to you?"

Song Jingmo was on the phone with the hospital when he heard the argument and quickly hung up.

He strode over, squatted down, pulled Lu Ming into his arms, and checked him over.

Thankfully, I wasn't injured.

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

"Don't cry, your uncle is here."

Song Jingmo gently wiped away the tears on Lu Ming's face, her voice very soft.

Lu Ming clutched Song Jingmo's clothes, sobbing aggrievedly, "Uncle, I didn't push... Sister just... fell down by herself..."

He spoke haltingly, but the meaning was clear.

Song Jingmo turned to the mother and daughter: "The child said he didn't push anyone. It's normal for children to bump into each other while playing together."

"If you're worried, you can take my child to the hospital for a checkup. I'll cover the costs, but please don't falsely accuse my child without reason."

The little girl's mother, who had been looking angry, paused for a moment after looking up and seeing Song Jingmo's face.

The man in front of me was wearing a simple white T-shirt and light gray casual pants. He had delicate features and a gentle demeanor.

They speak so politely that it's impossible for anyone to get angry with them.

He opened his mouth, his anger subsided considerably, and his tone softened: "Nannan is a bit reckless when she runs..."

The little girl's grandmother became unhappy and raised her voice even louder: "What do you mean? Are you saying my granddaughter fell down and blamed you?"

"I saw your child push my granddaughter with my own eyes. Is this how you spoil your child? Bullying someone and lying about it, you're already so bad at such a young age, what will you be like when you grow up!"

He got more and more excited as he talked, and several parents with their children nearby peeked out to watch.

"I'm telling you, this can't just be left like this!"

The old woman's voice was shrill, "Apologize! Pay up! If you don't give me an explanation, I'm not playing today."

Lu Ming was so frightened by this fierce appearance that he buried his face in Song Jingmo's neck, and his little body trembled even more violently.

Song Jingmo frowned: "Grandpa, I'll say it again, the child said he didn't push anyone. You can't wrong a three-year-old child for no reason."

The old lady pointed at Song Jingmo, clearly displeased: "Can't a three-year-old lie? Kids these days are so mature!"

"I know my child best. He says he didn't push me, so he didn't. If you insist on claiming you saw it with your own eyes to frame me, then I have no choice but to check the surveillance footage."

As Song Jingmo spoke, he pointed to a camera above the slide, and the old lady's arrogant demeanor visibly faltered.

But if you give up halfway through your tantrum, you'll lose face.

Her eyes darted around: "What are you doing arguing with two women like me? Are you trying to bully us just because we're women?"

"Where's the child's mother? Tell her to come out; I need to talk to her. What does a grown man know about taking care of a child?"