Reborn as a scavenger mom who turns into a powerful villain

After get off work, she had to rush home to cook, clean, and take care of her family. After a whole day, she was exhausted and had no time to play on the swing. At this moment, she looked at the swing, and a feeling of nostalgia welled up in her heart. She really wanted to relive the good old days of her childhood.

"Be careful!" Feng Qin was like an old hen protecting her chicks, her eyes full of worry. She instructed the little ones in a gentle and caring voice, then slowly walked towards the swing.

She took light steps, and each step seemed to measure the distance to her childhood memories. She sat on the swing gently, holding the rope with both hands. The rope was a little rough, rubbing against her delicate palms, but she felt like she was holding the memories of her childhood, feeling particularly intimate.

The breeze began to sway gently, and her face was caressed by the gentle wind, just like a mother's hand. Her fair skin was as smooth and delicate as mutton-fat jade, and a few strands of hair fluttered gently in the wind, and a few naughty strands of hair brushed her face, but she didn't care.

Her face was filled with a smile, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a row of neat, white teeth. That smile contained nostalgia for the past and simple satisfaction at the present moment.

It seems that as long as you sit on this swing, the fatigue and pressure of life will be temporarily thrown away.

Wen Mosheng stood there, like a lost deer, looking a little overwhelmed. He was very confused, not knowing whether to go to the kids or to Feng Qin.

After all, Feng Qin is Feng Li's sister, and he secretly likes Feng Li. Every time he sees Feng Li, his heart beats like a deer and he is so nervous that he can't speak clearly.

So he always involuntarily wanted to keep a distance from Feng Qin, for fear of causing unnecessary misunderstandings. It would be terrible if Feng Li misunderstood his feelings towards Feng Qin.

He hesitated there for a long time, his brows slightly furrowed, forming a shallow "川" shape, his eyes revealed a hint of hesitation and entanglement, and his eyes wandered back and forth between the little guys and Feng Qin.

He clenched and unclenched his hands unconsciously, as if he was having a fierce inner struggle. Finally, he gritted his teeth, as if he had made up his mind, and walked towards the cubs.

The kids were playing on the seesaw, and they got anxious. They stopped playing, and the seesaw shook a few times because of the sudden stop.

They were like a group of wolf cubs who had found their target, their eyes sparkling like the twinkling stars in the night sky, their eyes revealing a sense of persistence and eagerness. They ran towards Wen Mosheng quickly with their short legs, raising a small cloud of dust from the ground beneath their feet.

Then, several little heads gathered together, and worked together to use all their strength to push him towards Feng Qin. Their little hands tightly grasped Wen Mosheng's clothes, their little faces turned red because of the effort, and they kept muttering: "We can't push little aunt, bad dad, help push."

"Hey, hey, hey, you don't need to push this swing!" Wen Mosheng shouted while being pushed. His hair was a little messy, and a few strands of hair stood up, like a funny clown.

The clothes were pulled askew, and the collar was pulled to one side, revealing a small piece of collarbone. Feng Qin couldn't help laughing at the embarrassing and funny look.

Feng Qin laughed so hard that tears were about to come out. Her eyes narrowed into slits and her shoulders kept shaking. Her hearty laughter echoed among the woods, as if making the air around them even more cheerful.

"Auntie wants to swing, you push her! Bad daddy is strong!" The three little guys' eyes were sly and excited, as if they were filled with countless little stars. Tuntun clenched his teeth tightly, his cheeks puffed up, as if he was exerting all his strength; Pianpian bit his lower lip tightly, and the pink lips were almost bitten by his teeth; Xiao Laba frowned, and his little face turned red.

They were like a group of energetic little animals, pushing Wen Mosheng towards Feng Qin.

Feng Su's face flushed slightly, and the blush was like a peach blossom quietly blooming on her cheek, or like a faint sunset glow in the sky.

She looked at these clever little kids and thought they were so adorable. These little guys were like a group of little angels, bringing endless joy and surprises to life.

She thought to herself, "These little guys are so cool! Haha! I love them so much."

However, she didn't want the scene to be too lively and awkward, so she said softly, "It's okay, it's okay, I'll just sit like this for a while!"

Her voice was very gentle, like a breeze gently blowing through the leaves, with a hint of shyness. Tuntun was very anxious, and his little face became red because of excitement, like a ripe little apple.

His black eyes kept moving around, as if he was thinking about how to help his aunt swing smoothly.

He hurriedly defended himself, "This swing is for swinging. Auntie must not know how fun it is to swing on it! Bad dad, push her up and let her fly!"

As Tuntun spoke, he looked at the swing with sparkling eyes, as if he had already seen the joyful scene of his aunt flying high on the swing.

His little finger was still gesturing in the air, imitating the arc of the swing. Wen Mosheng felt embarrassed this time, and he scratched his head, making his originally neat hair a little messy.

His eyes unconsciously looked away, not daring to look directly at Feng Qin. He looked a little at a loss, "This..." His heart was like a group of deer running wildly. On the one hand, he felt a little embarrassed to push his aunt on the swing in front of so many people. After all, his aunt was a young woman, and such an action seemed a little intimate; on the other hand, he was afraid that rejecting these little brats would make them unhappy.

His toes were unconsciously drawing circles on the ground, as if he was looking for a way out for his troubled heart.

"Hmph!" Xiao Laba and Pianpian crossed their hands over their chests, their little arms clasped tightly as if to defend their decision.

They snorted loudly, with a little stubbornness and dissatisfaction in their eyes. Little Trumpet pouted, her mouth so pouty that a small oil bottle could be hung on it, and said, "If you don't push Auntie Swing, we won't call you a bad dad anymore!"

Pianpian also nodded vigorously, his pigtails swaying up and down, as if to cheer for Xiaolaba and express his agreement with Xiaolaba.

The two kids turned their heads away as if to show their determination. Their shoulders shrugged, revealing a childish arrogance.