Reborn as a scavenger mom who turns into a powerful villain

Feng Qin sat on the swing with a sweet smile on her face. That smile was like a flower in full bloom in spring. Her pink lips were slightly raised, and two shallow dimples appeared at the corners of her mouth, revealing happiness and comfort. Her eyes were bright and clear, as if they were hiding little stars, and her eyes were twinkling, like the stars reflected on the calm lake.

She looked at everything around her tenderly, her slender eyelashes fluttering as she blinked, like two fluttering butterfly wings. She enjoyed this innocent moment, listening to the children's laughter, the breeze blowing through her hair, a few strands of naughty hair brushing her cheeks.

Little Trumpet stood aside, his eyes full of confusion, his little face wrinkled like a little bun.

Her round eyes were fixed on the swing, her eyeballs kept turning, as if she was thinking about something. He tilted his head to one side, and one of his small ears was slightly deformed by the pressure.

He asked in a baby voice: "Is it because Popeye's spinach hasn't worked yet? Is it because the bad dad can't push it?" As he spoke, he scratched his head with his little hands. His little hands were chubby, with short and round fingers. The scratching action seemed a little clumsy, but also very cute.

When Pianpian heard what Xiaolaba said, he nodded seriously and touched his chin like a little adult.

He tilted his head back slightly, his eyes narrowed into a slit, revealing a thoughtful look. He stretched out his white and tender little hand, and gently pinched his chin with his fingers, like a wise man who was thinking about a major issue.

He said seriously: "Well! It's possible! Bad dad doesn't eat enough. Give him a little more so that he can have more strength!" Pianpian looked at Wen Mosheng as he spoke, with anticipation in his eyes. His eyes were wide open, like two black gems.

His little mouth opened slightly, revealing a row of white little teeth, as if if Wen Mosheng ate just a few more Snickers bars, he could make the swing fly like a rocket.

After hearing this, Wen Mosheng quickly put some strength in his hands. He chewed quickly for a few times, his cheeks bulging like a greedy little squirrel. As he chewed, his Adam's apple slid up and down, and then he swallowed hard.

He pushed the swing harder with both hands, and the veins on his arms were faintly visible, showing that he was trying hard to control his strength.

However, he was not too reckless. He explained as he pushed, "No, no! This has to be done step by step! From slow to fast, it's safer!"

His voice was steady and powerful, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, firm and unquestionable. His eyes were serious and responsible, his brows slightly furrowed, and his eyes focused on the swing and Feng Qin. He knew that safety was the most important thing at this time, and he couldn't push hard regardless of the danger just because the children urged him to.

Feng Qin laughed when she heard Wen Mosheng's words. She thought to herself, "He's quite caring!" Feng Qin's smile became even brighter, and the corners of her mouth rose even more, revealing her neat and white teeth. Her eyes curved into a crescent shape, and the crow's feet at the end of her eyes were faintly visible.

She felt that Wen Mosheng's cautious and careful attitude was rare. In this scene full of laughter, Wen Mosheng's actions were like a warm current, which made her feel particularly warm in her heart. She gently swung her feet and tapped the ground with her toes, as if expressing her inner joy.

"That's enough. No need to swing so high. Go sit on the seesaw, kids!"

Feng Qin was wearing a light blue long skirt, the hem of which fell to her ankles like a blooming flower. She stood beside the swing, holding the hem of her skirt tightly with both hands, her eyes occasionally glancing up at the height of the swing, with a hint of worry on her face.

She knew very well that the skirt was very light and if the swing swung too high and the wind blew, her private parts might be exposed. It would be too embarrassing to show her body in front of so many people.

However, those little brats tilted their heads, looking disdainful and thinking that today's bad dad was not manly at all.

Dad Wen Mosheng was seen pushing the swing gently with both hands, and the swing was only swaying slightly, not exciting at all. In the minds of the kids, dad should be like a superhero, pushing the swing high with full power.

Then, the three kids exchanged sly glances with each other, and their eyes were like twinkling little stars, revealing their cleverness.

They waited quietly for the opportunity like little wolves waiting for their prey. Finally, they saw the aunt's swing slowly swinging over, and Wen Mosheng was pushing it slowly with both hands, and the veins on his arms were slightly bulging. At this moment, the three cubs rushed over like arrows.

The eldest rushed to the front, his little face flushed with excitement, he stretched out his two little hands and pushed on the backrest of the swing with all his strength; the second and third were not to be outdone, they pushed hard on the ground with their little feet, leaned forward, and put their hands tightly on the swing and pushed hard.

"Ah!" Feng Qin had not expected this to happen at all. He was frightened by the sudden leap and screamed loudly: "Brother Mosheng, I'm afraid of heights--"

Her voice was sobbing and trembling in the air. Her hands were tightly grasping the rope of the swing like a pair of pliers, her fingers were white from excessive force, and the muscles in her arms were tense.

Wen Mosheng was also startled by the sudden reckless actions of the brats. His eyes instantly widened like bells, his mouth opened wide, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, as if it was about to jump out of his throat.

"Bad kid, what are you doing? Sister Erya, hold on to the rope and don't move!" Wen Mosheng's voice was filled with anxiety and worry. His brows were tightly knitted together, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. While shouting loudly, he quickly ran towards the swing, staring at Feng Qin, fearing that she would fall off the swing.

As for the three kids, they were so happy to see Feng Qin's swing going higher and higher. The oldest one grinned, showing his little teeth that had not yet grown, and clapped his hands excitedly; the second one jumped and shouted, "Auntie is flying!"

His pigtails swung back and forth as he danced; the third child was spinning happily on the side, his little face rosy and his eyes sparkling with excitement.

Feng Qin's swing swung higher and higher in the air. She was so scared that she closed her eyes tightly, and her long eyelashes kept trembling.

Her body swayed violently on the swing, and her hair fluttered wildly in the wind. She let out screams one after another, and the sound echoed in the yard, as if telling of her fear at the moment.